Lyrics:
I'm with the family
Get it by any means n**** thug it out
Out to Miami
Nothing but foreigns my n***** poppin out
Don't understand me
Scuff my 350s
on you doing time by yourself n*gga
Cause she damn sure out fucking on the next n*gga
Looking at your max sentence and you stressed n*gga
You seen some
the stars, out on the street
At a quarter to nine, the girls stop by, just to see their guys
Drinking wine, feeling fine, having a good time
They're sitting
We flyin' private when I bring the killers I know they don't supposed to be out of the town
N.C.A Vet take me straight to a jet
We ain't packin' no
dice
I’m tryna’ fuck ‘em by the three like blind mice
See Jrop the typa’ nigga turn you to a star
Get on the camera hoe blow me like a cigar
I’m tryna’
heard he work hard
Got a half-million rhymes
And my bitch hit his
MySpace a half-million times
I laugh and get high
Gettin' straight to the money
And keep
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
noted for its interesting imagery which changed from line to line. The notion is that God is truly pained by seeing His children suffer in wrong
on the gram showed me his song told him it's fire on mute
Strict parents make rebellious kids that ain't further from the truth
Stars on me brighter than VVS
We
find him
20 shots to hit his head, we let off from behind him
They hear me spazzin' on my album, got me feelin' like what's next
Supercharged in V8 mode
thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Well, it must be close
climbin'
I'm still a wanted man
I get a hunnid band
Still I do Summer Jam
Woah!
Tecca N9ne milla'
Kansas City Killa'
Turn up!
Bubblin' up with it
Ayo,
I never claimed to be hard,
Tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above
Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave
Harlem, USA trying to make his
Let’s Get Together
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) & Dave Tough
V1:
Stevie was coming from the wrong side of town
Driving
I'll be L-I-V-N, livin'
We'll dance on the bar 'til we're sleeping it off in the car
Monday morning, it's a given
I'll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin'
And that's
fine, flew in from Bermuda
Got 8 plaques, 5 diamonds, 3 plaques, from the latest album
Now they talking, now they for me, gang, see my latest fandom
probably
Reflecting yo credit score
(So tell me what do they want)
They want a five star
Leader of the new
But who swag Bad like his name Michael
(Tell me
it was written by Saint Nicholas
The morning star, his touch is loosely far
He speaks desires from heart, she vesseled the son of God
Burden by
Charlotte says with a feeble voice I feel exceeding cold
He cracks his whip he urged his steed much faster than before
Until at length five more long miles in
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
The meeting went well
He got his big break
A thirty-minute slot
And an album on the way
Yeah, his stars lined up
It's so close that he could touch
So he'll keep
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
Jiggaman made his first album at twenty six
I passed twenty five
I was seventeen getting rich
Ain't no way
I was gonna take what people sell me
Run
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