Lyrics:
bill I had on my dashboard
And police is asking me son, why I whoop his ass for
Save y'all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk
Watchdog, chew ass
Come stand by the window
Come let me show you
Beyond the gate, the whole world it waits
To fall in love with you
Take a bus down the street
Unleash
thick wen putn on hipster
Am no frod +3
You n+gga go die ba the sword...
I pay all bill at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been written that all
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Street), but a North Memphis baby (baby)
Switches hit him, leave him lazy (grrt, boom, boom)
Cut him off by his navel (boom)
Still servin' the neighbors
on the prowl
Cock it to a crying out
Child now flip it down
Increased up cum pretty slugs too loud
Weed in the air passed by like a shoot cloud
We out here blue
Hellborn to free power like Lilco
cnd still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay you(s) when it comes to who's more cleverer
Used to wore a leather goose ""V""
Eighteen and jaded with guns in their hands
They were fighting for freedom and just what is that?
Bills to the banks and food for the kids
Money
the streets
What kinda ni**as slang out the trunk to eat
What kinda ni**as bangin red and that blue
Aim for yo dome cokc they sh*t then shoot
OK OK
Belts
Paint on the walls still your
Butterfly wing shade of blue
Lavender plant by the door
Like your old perfume
Old gin on the table
And bills that are
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you
Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
my spirit so I talk to that bitch
Flows evolve
Like Pokémon
Trying to be some legendary shit
Goooo masterball
Going for them blue bills
Gotta catch
a shooter
Now he's soon to be a dead coward
I seen peace demonstrated
While the guard dispersed
Made us defy the blue lines
That took a knee to the dirt
walkers, boys in blue
the army on the fly
And all of this and so much more
when a horse came riding by
And all the worlds so full of rage
No time
maintain
Streets is real Get it how you live tell me when ir helped you pay a bill
Turned over shopping carts to cook a meal
I know I, I know I
Can’t take
women to the telly and
Get it jumpin' like Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul
When she taste that Ace or that Crystal
She cut like a jigsaw
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this mornin'
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me
New money, blue money, I'm
to a benz logo on my key fob
Burning flowers by the bouquet my bills got blue face
Off white on my shoe lace cost me two k
Playing chess using the squares
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