Lyrics:
shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your fagot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
...Forgot they might be higher than a blimp
It is what it is tryna give you control of the record biz
Where’s jiz..Jones, he’s missin again
The tongue has
I got a gat by the side like my man Big
Stand out on that song he did with me
You feelin the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
I got a thousand of bitches
But way back when, I was broke, I just had two
Damn, homie
In high school, bitch, I'm the man, homie
This shit is
they hatin' cause you makin'
This cash dog, this hash dog who you thought it would be,
If you ain't buckin to the ceilin ya ain't rollin' wit me
I got
Unlimited boots, not sandals
I'm poolside in my Gucci sandals
This bad B get her coochie handled then I go take off the roof in Flannels
You ain't do that
got so much to say but
When 16 ain't enough, they on they only give you 16, heh
Man it's like I mean I got so much to say ya know
The world has said so
Parlay? Hardly get money all day
Slip? You fall prey, go out the hard way
Receive a caution, fuck the flossing
Slip and be costing
Strictly big
tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
Cold
On the top floor, from my penthouse
I survey what I rule
High rises
Thin curtains
All lights go out by two
No one ever sees me
Yet I know all of you
used
To use in Vietnam
And it's accompanied by an apathy
That's deafening to the ears
You know it is complete and perfect
And you wield it without
white
Now I have a whole trailer you can see them tonight
If he try some funny I got two Glocks for'em
My man's 'bout to come home I got a shoe box for
switching gears
My G no you can't be scared
Man don't show no fear
Yard man ting fling shoulders here
They ain't never been searched by bizzie
Notes
They be playin' with this shit, man
Y'all niggas playin' with the money
Holiday season!
Y'all nigga don't know what the fuck to do with this shit
that's just the way of life
I'ma monster on these hoes, I'ma monster
I can't be scared of none you niggas, y'all some snitches
I got some girls that claim
you're not my homie
First you was dickriding, now you riding on me
It's an A and B thing, C a way out my scene
Now all eyes on me
Weezy sat me down
dreaming in time
(Ah, ah)
We've come a long, long way, man
I never thought you'd make it out alive
If I had my guessing when we were younger
You'd be
for?"
She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that's who and the diamonds is no vitar
Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich got the world screamin
out
Thin wind ringing in the silver tines
Yeah, it took you by the throat but it wasn't the killing kind
And now you don't tell it like you used
mastering a masterpiece please
Whack rappers leave that music unreleased
And ask yourself just what type of artist you wanna be
Cos vacancies are limited
niggas, we shootin’ civilians
Whole lotta dope, two condos in one building
Full of them men, move in packs by ten (Hey)
If you not my girl, you can not be
I'm a dog, so you know it didn't last
Gotta keep 100 bitches in and
Out they back to back
'Cause pimpin' ain't easy but
It gotta be done by Curren$y
Just turned twenty-two man what a life I live
I was getting to it back then when we was kids
So don't be surprised if a nigga go big
I just went big
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