Lyrics:
Well nigga roll me a mic
and let me smoke it til' I'm high
if you ever seen me rock
then you know that I-
live and die for
the things I do
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga
Knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga ( damn)
My next move is crucial, what do I do?
How do I keep it real
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
so damn cute
Here is a bottle for you and you
Drink it up, let's turn it up
Everybody in the club put your glasses up
Yeahh
You arleady know what I
(I do feel tense, and if you give your papers to a broad yous a dummy)
'Cause without the money
"Ain't a damn thing funny, ain't a damn thing funny,
tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things
If I
Damn this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin' thing
Ring CJ do what he doin' in Cali for ni a
(Hello?)
Hey wuz up nigga it's Face
(What up
pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last
a tissue for my tear
Should I drink wine and brandy
Or get a job puttin' stripes on candy
Or put a hole in donuts?
Cause when you're broke, your
and I'm fully equipped
To decapatate, amputate and take titles
The legend of leather, I'ma real live idol
Damn I take souls, condemn we men
And make
bitch and I'll be
The motherfuckin' host with the most dick
So now you know it ain't a damn thing changed up
Stayin' true to the streets since we came
movin')
Keep your two cents (hey)
Take your own advice (hey)
I've been living life (yeah)
Like I live twice
I don't got no type (nah)
Bad bitches is
[Chorus:]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this
thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with
err'day, do this err'day
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Time is callin'
(You see it) I was born to ball, bitch! (Bad Boy)
If you ain't heard you live
(money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff
Ya, You might not like some of the things I do, or the things I say,
but guarantee you gonna love me tomorrow. For sho.
She love she love me not
in my range to make it happen
If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion
And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion
Everybody do
taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
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