Lyrics:
Glue
It's 40 Cinnagrams, To Them Trucka's And Bammer's
And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm & Hammer
I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends
I'm
To supply to my peeps
I was bringin' hag
Took charge of the block, game ping to ave (uh-huh)
Still bringin' cash on the scene at last
Still gloves and masks,
[lil boosie]
Ok this what i learned from the streets
handle your beef
your playing with keys
sleep with your heat
your a role model if partner
with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today
I ain't hangin' with my partners, I'm out eatin' lobster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
My life ain't built for tha weak
Is you gon' cry when ya nigga die
Or put his killa to sleep
I send a prayer to all tha lil ones
Who grew up livin'
trusting you
Ain't nothing but lust in you
Thanks be to God I obeyed the teaching I was entrusted to
Cause when you pass by you just want ya boy
not say lil wayne say weezy baby
Halla ta cha boys man
Ill still doin it with my boy fee
Ya gatta feel me thats tha boy aka mrenron
Yall ready know
till I win
Yeah, they took Boosie, so you know we got spent
They get a ply, yeah, we spend again and again
When a nigga get the check by the man, all
time, shorty
I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know
You get enough of niggas hollering ya fine (hey
Ask, ask ya friend man, man I got
back and dance for me
You want my move, I can dance for you
Jump up again, bend ya back
Yo turn up, yo, turn up
Remember livin' lights off, I got
goin' suck a nigga dick
For a new outfit
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
But lil niggas got yay by
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
fuckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie yea aye
Don't know how far I came and what I done
down
I just did it by myself don't need no handouts
I just feel like Boosie when lil shawty come and wipe me down
She said I'm amazing
Hold her body man
[Kane] Brother man, brother man
[Shane] Uhh, a brother man, brother.. man, yeah!
[Kane] Brother man, brother.. man, go 'head
[Shane] Brother
dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter
East west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
me
If I step into da function she gon pick me
Man da shit I make is cold its so sickly
Yo lil baby come over she jus wan lick me
I'm grindin for allis
place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
environment
A different plate, different state
A whole new supply in
The game never stop
Man, this shit just switched up
Rattin At an all-time high
They done
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