Lyrics:
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Now spin again. Oh goody, now unzip your drawers.
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls!
Raise you upside down for the big batta.
Now we bust
fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull
the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set
and bruised
Bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die
We
out, Shan still in the place
Hip hop was set out in the dark
The Bridge was never Over, we left our mark
The jam is dedicated to you and your boys
I
me bring why'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it
the good die young it's all thy must
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for
a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before
ever slipping I fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
So when the light turns
and just figure it out
I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on the couch
But we should get on a plane
Or we'll be missing it now
The way that things
level buckled and I tumbled from the summit,
Now I'm back to re-climb and this time light my cigarette from it.
My stitchin' division to vision
ain't hard to see
The best parts of you are now a part of me
Ah mama
And when it was cold outside you kept us warm and held us down
Hi boys, who
boys sign me to the 'Scope, right?
[Chorus]
I fall whole to the real they wanna know just how it feel
Who woulda thought a lil' nigga
From
to be
Hell there's a kid down by the dump there, ought to be in grade school somewhere
Now he hangs out with me, now I told him
Keep yourself
now they idolize us
Guns, we don't like to use them
Unless, our enemies choose them
We prefer to fight you on like a man
And beat you down with our
ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
Stand by em, while they take the fall
The Beast' now lives in the Capitol
Record
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
give me, give me the juice
Crawling out of a casket, I woke from madness,
I've been in the media feeding off the sadness,
If any an enemy coming
the Oakland Raiders
At the club we dance with a gangsta limp
Players pop collars and pose like a pimp
Strike out in the fall, ridin a haul
Now who the hell
give up the drawers
Forever in the friend-zone? Yes we are
I know it may seem, I'm falling for her plans
I know it may seem, she's got me eating out
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