Lyrics:
in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!
like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up
Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
smoking chronic
Tryna skydive
Nigga hype down, you could die now
If you hit the four pound with
The extendo that’s a five pound
8 pounds and 6 pounds,
on your pistol
Or a pack of machines stuffed
Full of SCUD missiles
With extended magazines niggas gon'
Get they issue
By any means, shit, we more than
through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,
ridin' with her ol' cocked Audi R8 drop
Feel the wind blow twist the indo, smoke it up, it's fundamental
You can't get to her, poke 'em up
When we get
[Fox] Damn, seem like forever
[Jay-Z] We trade shots
[Fox] We spray blocks
[Jay-Z] And we never fail
[Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot
1 - [J] Now would you
feelin' yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't
fiends come I'm hot like a rock sale
Cocktails, red bean and oxtail
Three phones I'm trying to get a key sold
Weed smoke in the air, no diesel
We grow,
My pappy said, son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln
Now you've heard the story of the hot-rod
of the woods came more robots by the dozens,
Daddies, mommies, aunts, and uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins?
Whole robo-families, thirsting for blood.
everyday
Like sneakin' gats up in grade eight
Six Flags catch me gettin' on the popular rides
If a nigga violate, he gettin' popped in the line
Small
WE SPIN THAT BLCOK, WE GONE GO BACK INSIDE
YOU KNOW WE PACKIN RODS, I GOT A PADDED NINE
V E R S E 1
I GOTTA BRICK AND HALF
P, TOLD ME GET IN MY
It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up
1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3,
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
3-8, I bang that 4KTrey
It ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I
lace
(x4)
Don't stop get it get it
(Slow Motion)
Stick in move, listen dude
Me and Nitro 62
Push in a hot rod rollin' deep
Candy paint, open seats
girl tape her wrists and ankles
Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
The big picture,
forever more
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Oh, let me hear that fiddle again!
As time went by, day by day
I thought of home in a different way
I'll
so I stay with the nine I hit from the back and put eight in her spine
When I was seven I made up my mind to run up six million and stayed on the grind
to get high
I swear the world got me stressed
Nigga, I'm the best
I'm just smokin' just to get by
I keep my ear to the street, nod to the beat
Head on my
back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat
Her mama be stressing me like I
Concert ? tour like 70 a day I was cool with 6 But now I'm more like 7 or 8
gettin'' rich, offa visuals
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans
Steady blowin' cream by
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