Lyrics:
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)
Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics
for the crisscross
I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross
Always winnin', nigga, get lost
It's the warlord, bring the voodoo
When I bail through, it's
cops still winning
Black man family still mourning
Black president ain't do nothing
We need a real nigga up in that office
Got the White House jumping
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)
[Chorus: Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Juelz
things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)
[Chorus: Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Juelz
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
with a chinchilla
I ball on these fuck niggas, Bron-Bron, D Wade
Whip white like cocaine, too dope, Rick James
I'm hardbody, my flow sick, that Eagle
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
Love my niggas
Chill wit the crew
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look, still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till I'm dead wit the fam
Duck
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Brought up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is nothing but love
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs
Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love?
I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun
Cemetery by the lake to chill with a real thug
Scratch my thoughts on a pad, that's the drug
I just need some real love
I just need some real love
Tell me
on)
Daddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot, if not leave money and kick rocks
I'm a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
the finger
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggas need
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
up too
I got hit by deja vu
A 9 to 5 couldn't find it
My only option was to block it
I been shot at, stabbed
You don't know the half
I was a real
but I can't stay away, cause this all I know, the way I was raised.
I know niggas beefing with the real rick Ross, and I come from a hood where we all
to be
You've got to think fast
The aftermath
Of your actions whiplash
I know your all tired of these
Wannabe thugs claiming the real
Be running,
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
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