Lyrics:
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Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
of my neck
Ain't No Nigga I felt like Jigga
Turned Cristal from Crooked I sipper
I listen to Big it stick to my ribs
And had the opportunity to visit his
to
Riding through in a drop
The road to success for me was real gritty
Wasn't no stress for me don't feel pity
Life is a bitch and she sure ain't pretty
But
the next nigga
To step get deleted by death undefeated
Ain't no thang to put that body to rest
Chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up
By
losin' my fate, haters gonna try to degrade
Gotta be in my state of mind or relate
Gotta know this is the end and ain't no time to waste
Time to face
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
done came from beggin' niggas for Js
To sellin' out all my shows like I'm HOV
Jay Z my flow so pimp like hoe, pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
the all-black truck (what?)
Tryin' not to push my luck (what?)
God got a nigga on tuck (what?)
But ain't no tellin' what's up (hey)
Devil got a funny way
[Intro - Sample from "Overture Of Foxy Brown" by Willie Hutch]
(Sugar don't do it)
(Noooooo)
(Don't let 'em down)
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
State Property
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
Spin his block We go twist that Nigga dreads
Send them shots from up top
Hold up, get back from da ledge
Call u By Ya first name, Nigga You ain't twin
glass to the jay
Nigga gotta glass jar, swappin' shit, breakin' face
Gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced
Gotta king fitch tell her get
cross
It, yeah, I'm trying, huh
You a worker, what? Gimme fries, lemon-lime
No, I ain't ever gettin' caught
If I commit a crime i tell the jury I was
ain't got no game
Fuck sex, bitch, I'm gettin' checks
I'm lookin' at yo calendar, nigga, what's next?
It's empty, there's nothin' on the schedule
You
off like Jay Z
Shoot shit like Kobe
Niggas sneak dissin', don't know me
Then come around and try to bro me
Won't never tell you what I think
Always
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
So Brooklyn
This season I'm pulling up at the Barclays
Fuck what you heard my nigga
We gone start winning one day
So Brooklyn
I'm picking Jay Z
and Jay-Z
These niggas is bothered these critics be talking
We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from
But rather than singing non praise the dude
Rasie
FINcL TRcCK PamGrier. WITH YFN Sonny
[YFN Sonny]
Stumbling over my words I need to slow down.
Where you going yo mocha brown skin; you Foxy Brown
marryin'
It's them cold NYU winters
Laptop, brown socks, and no dinner
Drownin' out the sound that my stomach made
Napster, nigga I got everything
Yeah,
heard of it
Verbally, spit that gospel prophecy
In word of it no obstacle can topple my run
Simply hurdle it
Down to get shells over green
This ain't
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
In life, it's two things Ima always do
That's stay in my lane
And ignore the bullshit
Flexing
Showing muscles off
I'm 'bout to do like Jay-Z
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icy like me
R.I.P. to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
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