Lyrics:
The wiz kid got no ride
You frontin' at the bar (you frontin' at the bar!)
You ain't a star
You rolled up in somebody else's car (you rolled up in
there's a way
Each one teach one, I always say
The murder rate is rising, soceity ain't scaring me
Life is like a puzzle, ain't no telling when they'll
with know's and how's
Nyc livin' ain't nothin' like it (ooh)
See how me and my peeps fit, we jigsaw
Sometimes I play big saw to cut the deal
And we
silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal
If they don't kneel, They get peeled
Bitches recognize I never have no drama
with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin' the grief
Baby moms starts sexin', my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they Marked
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin' the grief
Baby moms starts sexin', my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they Marked
and a great big bill
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?
fours, poppin' six like caskets
Nawfside hot boy I bought a dragon (yeah)
I get at your grill
VIP spread the bills (spread)
M's the deal, spinnin'
some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they
Turn on the flat screen to see-Span
See the elite strength, attorney general slowly gettin' bills passed
Prophecies comin' to pass
We gotta survive
lead a man to a link
But that don't mean he gonn' click
What's this? Y'all ain't really on no deep shit
I peeped it, scared of a motherfuckin' secret
that's promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain't free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that
ain't no nigga bigger than the group
Stat, fuck that, we come strapped
Bust gats, drug raps, and pump cracks
What you trying do nigga, we done done
so, he so tough yeah
And his first name Dolla
Last name Bill
Always keep it a hundred
He know what's real
And I always keep him on me
Cause he's a big
the Brooklyn Bridge
I'm back now, Brooklyn ain't never looked this big
I hold it down while y'all lookin' for Big
Next blakka Miss
It's like I'm in my own
You done spit a thousand bars
But you ain't said a word
A hunnid years of spitting
Couldn't get you by my verbs
I'm a spiritual nerd with words that
follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, 80-dollar pill
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal
live 'til they got knocked off
Uh, takes a rifle to stop your life cycle
Death isn't jail, your friends cannot write you
Ain't no fuckin' tellin' what
a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm
don't play with me
You fuck with me no stress ill keep it real
This ain't chinese no fake this shit ur real
Get on your knees
Come seal the deal
Ain't
And lately, I've been swimmin' on the deepest end
It's just drugs, it ain't no hugs, it ain't no love there
You been down so much, you don't even know what's
rapping
On your song, just remember no pretenders
Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
and our mayor Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
Take
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