Lyrics:
make it happen
Stop frontin these bitches
My lil shordy she gone trip um um (She Gone set um up)
Stop fallin fuh pussy
Address me by my stage name
Hallow
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil
ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
of us who know what's up
My lil' homies, my lil' sons
Got them keys and they got them drums
Making superstitious runs on them insufficient funds
No
)
No, we ain't worried (No)
'Cause we love swingin' on niggas
Track life forever and ever and ever (And ever)
Rest in peace Lil Bleek
Got your face up
nobody solving it
Mix with goons and gobblings
I've been fucking with a problem
Look, bitch you got a problem
In my section
With or without Lil
sweat and tears, (im still here) (im still here)
yes i am
im still around, still putting it down,
shit I aint goin no where,
ese Lil Rob's back, continue
(Lord Infamous) Talking
Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze
You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when
I just got flavor
Don't need no water to mix up this juice
They say, "Why your chained? It look like a choker?"
That's for the slaves that had
dinner
Bumping Lil Rob y’know neighborhood music (Y’know)
This that California living bitch get used to it
California living man you know how it be
Just
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by
ridin' foreign with
My son in a Jag
I was fuckin' on lil' shawty
Bare skin with no mask
I be on some other shit
My mind still in the past
I'm so grimey
Yea, on the burner with Lil Stunna
Ay, the mix is on the way
Aye, Famous shit, yea, that’s my Runner
Ay, ooh, ay, ooh, ooh, ay, ay, ooh
On the burner
no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never thought it'd be
I ain't gotta ask no nigga for a whip
I ain't gotta ask no nigga for a zip
I ain't gotta ask no nigga for a ride
I ain't gotta ask no nigga for
see
and i kno it's real when I did u wrong but I do u how u do me
mix juice w the seven seas
come on and sip dis lil bit of lean
we only met
homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung
(I'm not trying to be nosey babe, oh no)
We gotta let this one breathe, Just
Just let it breathe for a sec
(I'm not trying to give you no advice)
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Let's go
They blowin' my phone up, I'm like, what you want
He don't got no money, I'm like, what you want
He cappin' and flossin', that lil' nigga frontin
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