Lyrics:
Oh that's crazy
Swizz and Busta
Come on
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shuttin' it down
I dare y'all to say
rap and I gave ya'll a way to rhyme
God guides us, from public assistance to high rises
Condos, houses where y'all can't find us
Move on your cliques
Pow pow pow paper chasing Haitian
Project baby 1800 block
Ugly corner nigga
Y'all won't feel me anyways
I ain't even gotta talk
Came up i was down
Village"
What the fuck y'all niggas thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid
What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your
and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me, I'm thuggin', I can't go home
'Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin', so now I'm in
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
sell weight)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to projects with black kids)
(Dedicated to man who build pyramids)
Word up
What
everything the block see
We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more-, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip-,
a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she
and have every limb and all that
Yo, y'all niggas don't know how good you really do got it
Motherfuckers need to just calm down
And peep what the fuck
everything to y'all
You know what I'm saying?
Don't worry, y'all ain't by yourself
You need to know that)
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you
sell weight)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to projects with black kids)
(Dedicated to man who build pyramids)
Word up
What
need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game
Fuck y'all
I'm on my own planet
I'll do my own thing
Then turn around
niggas can't even kick it
Y'all rambling, talking shit to these bitches
You know you real you don't say it
You know you real, we gon feel it
Ralph!
tough
What is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
hell you sayin'?
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
youngsters
in your life nigga you don't want to live amongst us
we ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it
fuck around get your whole
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