Lyrics:
WINSLOW
MIXED BY: Bassy Bob Brockman at Big Bottom Music: Brooklyn, NY
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks
at my photo
See, I'll hang yo ass by a tree
Gettin chopped while your neck snap at 3
Scot free, a psycho's on the loose, and if you haven't seen me
It's
da-da, da-da da-da
(Two thou' style) da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
Aye yo tha alkies set the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD,
vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
[Hook:]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best
on deck
Gloria!
Hey funny, what's up with that money grip, yeah
Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip
the master, the ultimate funk, freak-er
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( ) = Woman's line
For all the fellas on the set who claim they have that funk in they
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
This is the story of Joey
Who live next to Chloe
Who live down the street by the homies
Joey sold Crack and got caught by the police
His bail 10k
tips
We loaded, we loaded, we loaded
Aye, Milly say gang, I don't think these folks hearing me
We chosen, we chosen, we chosen
Come shop by the pound, we
scooped
She hit my phone said she's ready to be scooped
I'll have you home, home by two
I do my own thang
We popping champagne
It can get crazy on the yacht
guess they got caught up
My bro got two dots, a long one and short one
That guy was on live and he mentioned Sparky
Unlucky, same day he got smoked like
People dyin' here, live sirens, we learn to survive by it
My environment is wild, we a product of it
Hide all the illegal shit, cause the cops might runnin
but we never seen it
Boy you not pressure you dont kno the meaning
Dont talk to me best you stay up in yo place
They like where you shop
Where you get
[Verse 1]
When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
Listen here I'm on another level different tier
They wouldn't catch the catalog if I missed a year
Built the brand me and the crew gave niggas
Bitch, uh Killa, uh Dipset bitch
The union (uh huh) Harlem, killa
(Leave me alone, I just like to live my life)
Part two
I be like move, get
My mom and I we live alone
A grand appartment is our home
In fareholm towers
I have to keep me company
Two cats a dog a paraket
Some plants
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]
[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas,
rile
Shaking the funk rile
Rip it apart style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now, watch your battleship get sunk down
Click, pow, nine
on mines/ blind ambition/ prison is an afterthought/ by all means no matter the cost/ what you see is what you get/ even when dealing with frauds/ what you
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*}
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you?
[Lil' Shanice]
[eiht]
Geah (check it out)
One two, one two
Hey
Geah (one two one two)
Check it out, uh
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants me to save
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