Lyrics:
to five, got a truck full of chicks
Just leavin the disco, me and my man from the knicks
Oak dog, later on because they live in the bricks
Jumped
Please girls - stop eating up rice cakes
Have a nice steak for Christ sakes
My mic takes many lives, like 20 knives to the uterus
A pugilist, whipin out
There so much live for
There for
Here's more from a woman
All woman
Keep the rumors
To Your
Self
The over blown
Home grown
Not known
Fools who
Where are all the stupid people from?
And how did they get to be so dumb,
Bred on purple mountain range,
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve-gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
F***in' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated
mistakes
But that's the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin' it live
Get it crackin' to the third degree
dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat
Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go
Folk better try to get their mind
dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat
Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go
Folk better try to get their mind
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
came so far away
Say, we came so far away; oh, overseas, away from family
But we just don't give a damn, guess it's us and Uncle Sam
Twenty years old,
booked
Code of these killers, D-block gorillas
Twenty years strong, real niggas feel us (L-O-X)
Pounds of that sour, bottles of that yak
Fuck her once,
the storm
Take on the world playboy whatever it's on
CHORUS 2X
[Beanie Mac]
I took bread with my niggas, spot rushed for funds
Took lead with my niggas,
shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Uhh, Music
take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look money from across the street Think its sweet think you get money across
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's
down the way a fat bitch eat chocolate chip cookies
I put it down like it's 300 pounds, SPOT ME
I put it down the way Mr. T did the first time he
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
Six months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Adams and Crenshaw
Ni--as make moves
Mid-City live action
Better than pay per view
With the shits
Early with it
Before it hits the news
By
out of 10 it don't miss my nigga
Damn, I hope this state of mind'll never leave again
I wanna see my nigga Screw get to breathe again
And wanna see
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
the past
Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
Twenties and tens, its all about making ends
No need to sin to uplift a California
beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
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