Lyrics:
shocked
We got legends by the dozen so just take your time
Bout to get groupies by the millions who be super fine
Check this brand new flow that ages like
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
Cause I'm a pimp
And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?
That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight
So we gotta be out let it ride
ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
good about yourself right now, huh?
(Satisfy) is has come to you (yeah, 6ix)
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
are better than half
Of the shit coming out right now
It's all trash
The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said it's his last and 50
just cuddle up by your side
And I got money on my mind
I, I, I, I'm up I'm down
I'm you, I'm yes, you do
Things got a little crazy lately
More money
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
vision! I’m not always going to say
Things the perfect way
The right way but I’m going to say how I feel
Right now, press, get ready
To write your
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
Jay-Z yea
Ight yea yea yea
Slow it down lil bit
Let me get a
Let me get a organ
Aye yessir
That's what I'm talking bout
Take 'em to church deacon
I said
like 8'6"
I can get some racks right now, you ain't make shit
Shooters on attack, make a scene like The Matrix
Hood Fave, bet your bitch know I'm next
the picture and made some right
Your body got me thinking, what I can do one night
Got me wilding over here, let me have one bite
You see, you get my mind go
More banks to split
Jay-Z motherfucker, who you think this is?
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
the times is tough and the streets is rough
But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
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