Lyrics:
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
shit
Like real shit, time is a construct that can't define me
Offering them diamonds and gold, all just to blind me
Discovering myself, no one needs
the bullshit
Why you act like you pull shit
Bitch yo hand not a full clip
Uh
I be standing on the side
Till i calculate my time
Then i get up there and shine
Yea
feel free to enter
don't sleep 'cause my streets won't time you,
shit'll just hitcha wit no warnin,
keep snorin we'll keep formin
hits to make these
I could drop a whole album full of instrumentals
Bet you still feel, soul into it errytime
Devoting a piece of mind to a line
I had a real plant, had
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
Intro: Instrumental (4 Bar’s)
Hook: Alucard (Rapped x2 4 Bar’s):
真夜中の暗殺者 fresh as Mr. Clean,
The midnight assassin always gets that cream!
Verse 1:
[Gotti]
Yeah, no doubt, ugh
One time for the motherfuckin…
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is a Mannie Frishzzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle [whistles] I
these lashes on my back got me feeling full sin
Sorry man meant nothing only Benjamin
Put aside all my morals to kill another man
Maybe another time we
tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
ya know
Despite how full my hands get I can't let ya go
I love and I miss you all but it's time to end this call though
God next time I ring me and you
how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought
[Intro]
Ayy
Get real bloody 'round here
Triple crazy
[?]
Uh-huh, ayy
Mmm, ayy
Ayy
[Chorus]
It get real bloody 'round here, everyday it's that time
Yeah
You know what
I like the playettes
No diggity, no doubt, uh
Play on playette, play on playette
Yo, Dre, drop the verse
It's going down,
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
I know y'all been patiently waitin'
El Remix
Yaah yaaah
Yo
Nawqiy in the building proceeding to till land a posse of pilgrims
Minus apologies
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
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