Lyrics:
we hustlin'
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life
Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice
(Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
(Snoop)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
toys
And nights sees on hot days
Just apple sticks on death
RC cola to break a sweat
Now I bet that everybody's comin' up
If you turnin'
white
My car's a Charger 2006 Hemme, tight tight tight
I'm a d-boy, BOOTCH, I thought you knew
Just like ehhhhhhhhhhh'ry motherfucker in my crew (BEOTCH!)
Never be intrigued by the young boy face
Look inside me love you see I got wild taste
I don't really know but
Somebody said that
A high-priced girl
Face?
And why you sweatin Ak in the the first place?
That's the motherfuckin problem
See a young nigga rollin a Beemer and gotta stop him
But I'mma
You might say: easy choice, be a father
But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?
Just another sample, I guess
Of black men
pussy (come here daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy P, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just a groupie
The streets are deathrow
I just murdered a man
I'm even more stressed wearin' a vest
Hopin' that they're aimin' at my chest
Much too young to bite the bullet
make y'all wanna come get me
But look here, I work hard for all the things I got
And to hang with a n****s just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed,
one
To make you tap dance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin' to your
one
To make you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin to your school
it's like out there
I mean, uh, gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl
motherfuckin' pussy (come here, daddy)
(Who she talkin' to?) (Ooh, you look so good)
Flossy B, slap this bitch
(Wait, wait, bitch, back up)
She was just
They buried Takeoff today, let me pay my respect
Plus it's Dolph's anniversary, you just don't be next
And Young Kyrie, them folks done fucked up with
chrome trigga
(Chorus-Pimp C)
Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk
Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk
Now get
cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear
the niggaz you can't fade
So raise up off this young hog
'Cause I heard you punkin some but you can't punk me y'all
I got my own thang 'cause I let my nuts
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
be me (nope)
'Cause I'm a nappy haired black man, dressed like a O.G.
Angel's gold diggin, this girl's driven
Tryin to catch Mix on slippin
Just
hands it's startin to look like cuffs
I wish I never fucked
But now it's too late
How much you made ?
Coz accordin to your income
you might have to spend
fans when they see me
My nigga, I'm plottin' to get rid of you
Was missin' my man, he fresh out, he just did a bid or two
I knew this nigga since
what I quest 'cause I'm fearless
Now The streets is deathrow
('Cause I'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin')
The streets is deathrow (like it
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