Lyrics:
off you embarrassing us
I say now
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Tell that
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
nigga)
Don't make me go and get the Wraith
I'm trynna dodge another case
Order Ace of Spades by the case
Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face
I keep
Rich gunplay, shit that's all they see that's all they know
Without it kinda hopeless
Said this is in '09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
tell 'em my government, make any covenant bitches be loving it
Say not to put a glove on it, some funny shit
You must've thought I was a dummy, miss
I
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit thousand
Tell em that I need a hunnit
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
'ma do in 06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm talking to you
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I ain't talking to Jeezy cause that's my brother
Ain't talking
we're back!
Y'all market y'all block, they sent me to corner that
Rap game's an old flame, my nigga I want 'em back
Like mic check
Pimp for what
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
hit me like
"Goodz I'ma tell Cass' get ready"
I said, "Good 'cause the casket ready"
How you The Hustla but
Lookin' like the customer?
Man don't you
at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
View, let me tell you bro
Man these is gonna be the anthems for
my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this
If I hit this pussy you going tell
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
squeeze, lemon squeeze
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze
Don't tell my niggas stay safe, tell 'em to stay dangerous
Auntie hit that stem, almost fainted
that you're fake
You keep asking, I just tell you
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
tell me something new
Cuz I'm close to letting go
This that late night vibe
With ma dawgs in the back
Cruisin' down whyte ave
Tell 'em this where it's
hundred missin out your pocket in the mornin'
Nigga need to check that bitch, she lyin'
Label tryna school me, I'm already on fire
Tell 'em, "Don't waste
eyes off the prize is the quickest way to return it
I can tell that she's yearning
Closed off by default, but communication, she's learnin
I tell her
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said
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