Lyrics:
to ask
[Hook]
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Told me
MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX
Get
trying to call that bitch
Quite a few niggas got the pussy
But every time I see her got to stop and look
Cause she so damn fine bitch
I want to make
10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm bout the bands, I do that
this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both rodies now homies
a bitch
I'm trying to stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes
Even if I fuck that bitch
Do the freakiest shit
By the mornin, I got the go
Yeah, I got all
the smell (smell)
They smell the money (money)
You wanna smell yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss)
[Hook w/ Lil' Flip adlibs]
[Verse 3 -
to hate a bitch
That owe you everything
At least a wedding ring
Moving on to better things
So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools
I'm not good
shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life
yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those
3-2 I am the one: job well done
I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, 12 months
What's up redbone, what's up caramel
Come to Wayne's world, it's a fairy tale
Yeah,
niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It's Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime,
I'll be good by the weekend (alright, yeah)
I'll be good by the weekend (yeah)
Everythin' good by the weekend (yeah)
Everythin' will be good by
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)
I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
Lookin' back at the years gone by
When The Message changed my life
Heavy metal, the nest was dead
Well, and the rappers gave delight
But I don't
he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherf***in drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full
and let 42 hound dogs lick
Me all over.
7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
All to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate
a gat, cause cats, try to test me
They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
Ask
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
dreaming bout a bad bitch
7 years old I still knew the world was average
17 years I been living in my head like
17 years I been trying to get this bread
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
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