Lyrics:
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having niggas on go
For real
Ask about
washy and im not
Not
You be lyin on the spot
spot
Im ridin in my own lane
vroom
you follow try to peep da game
Now Dat aint a real nigga
Na dat aint
a set-up
Let met get my coat
Alright move slow when you get up
PT's in my crib, K9's in the front lawn
First thought's to wild, second thought
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know it's not just fun and games
When I look into your eyes
with know's and how's
Nyc livin' ain't nothin' like it (ooh)
See how me and my peeps fit, we jigsaw
Sometimes I play big saw to cut the deal
And we
as Vogues, I'm cold as you see me
Be G's knockin' niggas out 'cause I make 'em all see 3D
And peep D, the game that I spit
No Limit soldier cross my back
With the mic and my fight folks that peep my quotes
And try to stay say that we eat nice joke
(Tech N9ne)
The big man, the lift-hands and get fans
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin' Kelis, I love you, boo
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my
layin there like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name
It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
richer
It's all in one nigga
The man behind the trigger is
Influenced by hard liquour
Fake stories they got the game twisted
And 2012 was hell because
aight)
(Yeah, you know I'm just sliding)
(You know through the city, checking my game, you dig?) Oh shit
Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)
cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
Boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don't
run, for the love of my money
N**** down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
Days
before I swipe my card
I know you star, stuntin' for these broads
Nigga don't make me swipe my card
Peep the ice game
What the fuck? Are you a retard?
[Kid Capri]
Ahh yeah... without a doubt!
We up in here chillin', this is the Kid Capri
And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown
For the nine
[Trip Locc]
Hold on tight to your seat
comin from the city that's low, urban life near the beach peep
So come one, come all, fall into my
Ay, like I got telekinesis, I'm not embellishing, peep it
I move the tail on these pieces they love for me to spit
When it's hot as hell in
San Jose, I got a show
Chillin' like a champ with a girl in a limo
There we go again, I got a beep
The girl got nosy beggin' for a peep
Get off me
aight)
(Yeah, you know I'm just sliding)
(You know through the city, checking my game, you dig?) Oh shit
Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)
jump, jump, jump (everybody)
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Now Little Boy Blue is up front
With the nine millimeter, ready for
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