Lyrics:
the fighting , don't try to run up on me You might lose your life just by a click
This switch bisexual she see a opp, and hop on dick to dick
No, Auto Deno, he
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
on that car these rappers cap to da industry we know he soft
Flexin my face make me go crazy skino keep askin to rob em
We bout to, lil bro jus be quiet
the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof
a stripper
When she make that ass clap
Them niggas gone tip her
Her parents died
She gottah raise her lil sister
Had to grow up fast
So her child
strange
Never worked a job a day in his life
Tries to rob tourists with a pocket knife
Gets as many dollars as he possibly can
Right away takes it all
(Jd On Tha Track)
How you snake yo' homie? Yeah
Niggas fake, they phony, yeah
Did this shit on my own by my lonely
Only thing I need is money
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
damn we ain’t have shit
I used to fight like Rob tryna shine my wrist
I’m where the moon don’t shine every night with a zip
I had a dirty lil 9 with like
Dirty
Everything in life ain't fair so sometimes you gotta play dirty
Do you feel me on that there?
Man fuck a rule book cuddy I play dirty
I cook 2
my funds up
Break in with the mask
Grab the money real fast
I hope a fucker know when they see me
Never in my life ever sold a CD
Lo-fi pimp, mp3,
Seasons change and they change you
Round you go life, and then there you are
Life is hard, you know the truth
Old age creeps up, robs you of your
Can’t nobody knock my hustle
My money’s my muscle my heart’s my knuckle
Now take a look at my eyes and you can take a look at my life
Living in the fast
and fast whips
It's funny how we call cars whips
We slave for it
How many times were you beaten by they tricks
You looking at an eclipse
Faded dark spot in
type
In a pretty lil benz
Keep her hair and her nails right
Her and a few friends
And they all live the same life
Getting dividends from all the men that
coke
Call up my lil' southern, bitch, yea she, on go
Livin' my life just too fast
Too fast like 220 or dash
Like fast, too fast, too fast
I hope a lil
by Erykah Badu
'Cause you wanna steal this good music
Put me out of business, now you lose it
Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
That shit never
For a dolla' bill people will do anything
They'd rob and steal for a dolla' bill, any will
Let's go sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit
Let
you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
will it end?
'Cause I rob for petty shit I'm riskin' my life pullin' yo card
After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off his smile a one eight
to grab my mind and take control
Indecision robs me of my peace of mind
History wrote the book for better life
So-called rules we answer to at judgement
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe,
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