Lyrics:
or the cream
Or else, yo' life is on the shelf
We mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin' wit' put bombs in yo' moms gas tank
Let's get this money baby
They shady,
No courthouse custody battles presided over by Judges
Who don't give a shit about our babies their Fathers or Mothers
No baby daddy's who won't be
plan to make millions
What is ya goal and ya mission
I'm here to help I'm committed
Baby know ya worth
Ya heart been broken by drug dealers and ball
believe the fact that they still wanna hate
I'll go to war without an army
I got that glock right by my armpit
I give a fuck where you from I represent my
My heart so cold, that its feelin real heavy
Got drugs all in my pours, but it's been keeping me steady
Been fightin different wars, so I gotta stay
from the death blow
From the look of this shit, sound like I'm pimping my rhymes
I'm chased by the dimes, baby, get crazy for i
You know I really want
The greatest practical joke
Played on the common folk
Is God!
You want some mannegut?
The worst political prank
Played by the vile and rank
Is
side I ain't tryna fool you
If I pull it out then we talking funerals
They run they mouth but ain't walking to you
I'm war ready like Shaka Zulu
I'm in
But the people representing you are communist and criminals
They've been startin' World War III, we shippin' missiles s'til
They don't want America
volunteer
I can't show you love cuz I been focusin on my career
Fuckin with the plug im sellin drugs but I ain't stoppin here
Gotta run it up I'm comin up
of drugs, fuck the DPS
Tryna take my life away, I'm drippin', watch my step
I'm a hot boy, and in the streets, I pass my test
You could get money by guns, but
the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers
the brain been tryna maintain my cool
But I don't know if I can feel anything no more
I just wanna fuckin' smoke
Light up the fire
Indo baby, I just walked
boy forget what he sayin
Yea what was that
I had to tell la baby that the way she bounce that booty
Makin me forget what I'm sayin
Wiggle pop it
I ran it up, yeah I helped myself (yeah)
Abandoned and lost, had nobody else
That's why i'm grinding, til the motherfucking lights turn off
Baby, i'm
I'm gone
Mhmm
Lil jay was in the 8th grade
When he started playing with them switches
Project baby of his environment
He was hanging around with them
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
I cried myself to sleep last night
Just thinking bout what you did
I slept down by your feet last night
Didn't wanna see your face again
I'll prolly
not a drug I am not no addict
Big guns on the gram but he ain't gone shoot
Y'all got jammed up by the boys and he told on you
Aww
Damn
That's too bad
like a hundred wars are going on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
to (who want to?)
I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon)
Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall)
We gotta bring it
grown folks who have suffered through generations of dysfunction because they were targeted by drug policies …
[1] the setting is crack,
United states
at the dripping tap
Her old man hadn't time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
In the street below
Percussive dancing, baby crying
Missile strikes, heart
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