Lyrics:
went down to the railroad yard,
And one of the few ladies that had helped him to spent
His money, came by to see him.
And she said "You fool!, you
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
You need a nigga with money, so you get a dope man
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he get with her
Got a black eye
[Chorus: Bizzy]
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap
Yeah, they know
But he check the lock every time he walk by the door
Never park right outside where he live
He don't want his ride outside his crib
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
You need a nigga with money, so you get a dope man
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he get with her
Got a black eye
dog said his box just landed, he got his load through (he got his load)
Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to (facts)
His chopper smoke
money, so you get a dope man
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he get with her
Got a black eye 'cause the dope man hit her
big money
One day the circus was his
Now he's married to the acrobat
And they're training their kids
Yeah.
Now the jailhouse was empty
All
fruit and veg, that's why it's called a garden
If we did give our money to the poverty
The country's dictator would take it for his own needs
Just like
blew his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, sipping Veuve
My lil nigga dropped out the
First day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote
(Cash Money AP)
Coming from the bottom, tryna make it to the fuckin top
Livin by the code I ain't snitching, I can't trust no opp
Money kinda low, so
oh, oh, oh
We be livin' in a fool's paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We be livin' in a fool's paradise
My telephone is ringing, I say, "Hi, it's me"
tonight
Look man I was just playing
Quit playin' around fool, yeah you the fool now
Ay I ain't even got to live that luxury while
He's lived his life all
And be the prosecutor hype man
Lift his right hand and be in there pointin'
But I got bread
I'll put money on your head
Like a hair appointment
And nah we
rather pay taX than be locked in a cage but
Black market money is a taX free wage (Rocky)
And he’s got that far away look in his eyes
And he just say’s
stopped
Was coming for your spot put your hands up
Celebrate your fashion!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work
cye what up, girl? You tryna get soggy?
Come back to my apartment and take it naked; doggy
My schnauser is wowser. Yes, I mean my wang
I'm the best
Beats by Choc take two, yeah
Okay, besides all the Louie V
Shades and the money, praisin'
What the fuck you got to
Offer for these tribulations? I
shit taking place
Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav
Let me take my scarf off five-four-three-two-one bitch
Hodgy bout
I got a rhousand son's
Mama, you the shit, I'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down
a drug addict momma couldn't pay the rent
His dad left him and his momma when Lil Sho was ten
Abandoned them with their eviction hanging by a thread
In
To give us chiefs and sheriff
I mean these motherfucking thieves
That was when Jesus came from Europa
Escorted by his brother
His twin from Arabia
They
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