Lyrics:
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
of disaster
Well I was doing this
Before you were born
The glove already fit you
Before it was worn
And girl, the choice is yours
I can dress you up
These niggas in love with the cameras and action
Throw blows like Mike
When I get up, Ima buy me a mansion
Ball hard like Mike
Wrapped up in
play you no game
Know say you na the same
Many things I got it on my mind
I stay busy and it's by design
Cuz the Devil love to play in a idle mind
Baby
this money that we made
We know we finna blow it
Shorty looking flame
I think i might just have to sew it
Feed up in her thoughts
You think a Nigga might
to RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us
Or THE FIRST
out
Waiting out$side
Shawty blow one down
Then i blow her out, she get kicked to the side
She get kicked to the curb
Cause my pockets hurt
From all
a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm
(Aye)
Aye, Where I'm finna be or finna stay
Up in NYC or in LA
Countin' up goin' up yeah we true
Ooh we boutta blow in 5, 4, 3, 2
(Aye) and one (Aye)
Say
an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin'
And they put it up to your temple and we blow your brains out, Die
Now come into my world and you can see that we are more then thugs
We more then
They never look back
Never try again
They tear you apart
When you’re doing something
It was loud like a blow
And the sounds I’ve heard
Look through
always askin why
I sound so funny huh, communication's key
He never moved a key
He never drove the V, who he talkin to me?
Usin a pick up line by Jay-Z
I'm
Think I ain't gone go out? Bitch I got dough out
My team in this bitch and it's looking like a blow out
She let my niggas fuck, it turned to a hoe house
I heard your man was a homo
We can combine just like two five and DoLo
Tell me where to put it like solo
Meet me at 702 I like your steelo
Now
Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherfucker
Clipse, V-A, N-O nigga
What you smelt
Coke'll leave plastic
Get off the border motherfucker
the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel
Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr
The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n-Pepa, Whodini
Grandmaster Flash,
Give me five on the black side
I'm a trap god
Leave your numbers by the black guy
He a live-wire, I'ma shut down his wi-fi
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull
They admire what they desire
No snoop in
Movin like Marlo when it's down
To the wire
Uhh
The lifestyle, to movie'd up
Closer to Paramount
Through
The trumpet child will blow his horn
Will blast the sky till it?s reborn
With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace
He will surprise the human race
bangers so much I got cheers even go to there
Now back up and watch me stack up my dirt
I steal like G'z when you woke up and it hurt
Watch me try
for
Tomorrow
Cuz tomorrow might be the last day
That they'll ever see
Cuz it seems
Everyday
That this place is getting
Colder
Warm up
Get my bread
Get
you
Three, four, so get your butt on the floor
Five, six, know you dig the mix
Seven, eight, let it shake
Get down, get up
is cap up in the booth
Shot a vid at that dead nigga funeral
Pass me the Edot when it's time to clock out
Niggas don't be your mans
I done seen a whole
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