Lyrics:
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
too nice
And I heard yo last nigga ain't shit
But that don't mean all of us ain't shit
My middle name's fuck who you came with
Two blunts in a row lets
You must be tripping if you think that I can't rap
All my ladies come in two's, you would think its Noah's ark
It's a wrap like the blunt that I
Yeah
Yo, everyday I'd watch the older dudes pitch on the corner
And smoked blunts, I'd walk by and catch a whiff from the odor
Empty Henny
Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet
by a boy with an AK
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
McDonald's for that 7.50 that sweet tea,
Quit that shit in two months smoked two blunts I'm steaming
What's the social commentary
All my notes are promissory
tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
With a bitch named Arissa (huh?)
Going faster than a missile (yoom)
another cup bottoms up. Thats wassuup more bottles coming thru it’s time to drink with the crew it’s true we’re living life to the fullest time to pursue
coming to a reality near you
Revolutionary war part 2 yo
Bitch i'm finna boog, bitch i'm finna boog
Yeah, me and all my crew
Went from military infantry
bionic, you see?
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I
bionic, you see?
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I
the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought you knew, but yet and still
You want to get real, now
of those kids including me
Grew up without real-role-model
Empty bottles when you were thirsty
A mother with two lil ones juggling bills
Stuggling still
put up on this planet to ramble and raise havoc
With a bottle and an eight a day habit
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I fuck around
It's been snowin' heavy
I'm inside just wishin' it would rain
And I got 1 2 3 4 oxies
Just to pass away the day
And fuck a mistletoe
My lips are
up in a dream
Hyper sized and sexualized
Subdued we end our lives
Set free we fly
Please don't idolize
Please don't ostracize
Just get by in life
You
Cause she know say the boy I Dey chase my cheese
Yo shawty wanna bag pipe me
Fifty bottles of something
Drink it up like it's nothing
Then she tell you
son in it
I'm driving down the garden to Toronto home city
With two tings that I partnered up, playing putter and possum
Then I puff with my girls
team
With no crew
Wasting money on a Juul
Wasted money on my boo
She was a hoe
You ready know
Posted with the Draco's and the aks
When the blunt smoke
like a B in dis bih
Girl please get out my face
You up here feining and shit
Rock out that bih no guitar
Smoke me a blunt im on mars
Yeah Cop a new coupe
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigger in my crew
I bump
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
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