Lyrics:
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
just to get to you
But I'm surrounded by midnight singing these two white boy blues
I said you must leave take your mirror and your straw
If you're
step
And get your motherfuckin' shirt wet (nigga)
[Scarface:]
I got a million ways and one that you can die by
But I prefer to use my gun so you
on my shoulders I carried the weight
I’m finally getting some help
Look at the flowers so yellow
Look at the sky so blue
Just trynna build up the ghettos
I got them blue funds
Let's talk about racks
They know me by name when I walk into saks
Put my name in a song then it's no coming back
You can't trust
cleean
Thinking bout that goose
Ima get it if I choose too
Skinny dude but I'm eating good my cheese blue
Used to care, but I ain't tripping on what she do
up in the ghetto made a name
Came from out the cell and made a change
Basically I made it out the game
Painted pretty pictures with my pain
I was
ride
And I ain't coming back this way i was just passing by
I ain't really worried only god can judge me
You got 2 choices nigga hate me or love me
You
about blue strips
I dunk and break the rim
Bout all my M&Ms
I got bags in the grass he gone die In them Timbs
Luh bitch I'm on yo ass put his eyes
Jump out a mi sleep
Turn mi dream
To reality
Poverty na bruk mi sanity
Them a fake rich
Dem a a wanna beee
Ghetto youth don’t bow out fi nuh
(Dat be Maaly Raw)
My bitch she classy ghetto Smoking cigarillos
Tell her "Hold on my strap" for real (For real)
She talking she speaking my
was on some eighteen a key shit
You don't want smoke, you wanna tweet shit, look
Push the Cullinan through the ghetto on some meek shit
With a R&B
screenplay Diallo or G. Floyd, we monsters, labeled, affirmation “I'm a king” to feel able, so many brothers by design grow & be an cbel, boys in blue follow
the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for
'Cause every time I turn on the news
I see a blac kman gettin' cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line, day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
There's a hole
came it set our streets alight
We were victims of a two tier system by autumn's end we had lost many a teenage life
A succession of sodium lights
supposed do?
We surrounded by the food what we supposed to do?
Black in the ghetto no money we was born to lose
But we got to start thinking something they
smells like broke in this room
I got a head start to my day course she's gone by noon
She looks nice in nude
She looks better in blue
My guy love the white
[Chorus: x2]
Yo you gotta go you gotta go you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo what you don't know believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New York
nobody fi turn to a my team
Mi deh yah prepare fi anything
Run by mi nah dead fi now man
A watch the blue light an a gwan
Live eh life wid mi fam by mi
(Rainbow)
(Rainbow)
(Rainbow)
(Rainbow)
(Rainbow)
(Rainbow)
(Rainbow)
There's mummy in the ghetto
Gotta work it double
Just to pay the bills and get by
But
hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
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