Lyrics:
did 'em
We treat 'em like stars
VIP, free drinks at the bar
Just tell 'em you're with the entourage
The big boss Doggy Dogg in charge
Everything's
What?" now, check it out
All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
Brrrr a me man!
Shabba Ranks in person yeah!
With blast master KRS-One in the house
You know the rules
All the girls out there, but polite
From
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
all of you to pause
What's the cause?
This is life
And we gotta grab the bull by the horns
A shift in form
How long can we be in the real world
prayin' maybe you'll stop bleedin'
God hates us all, use a brick to decorate the wall
Put a bullet in ya dome, desecrate ya skull
A world of pain so
Inspired by the lights I'm being patient with this shit
I'mma probably hit your city and rep Vegas all in that bitch
Look, ladies all on my dick
on this
Longer than Obama been in office
8 years ain't enough for a G like me (NAH)
Rippin' it up since TI was TIP (YEAH)
It's unlikely inside of my psychie
your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in
are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes
pull up the line graph
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapse
Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
Shania Twain,
you, I wouldn't be breathing
Forever all yours, I'll never be leaving
Forever all yours, I'll never be leaving
Always by your side, I love that your
them hollow tips as they comin'
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county
Fuck!
Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up
bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
Doing our thing in Queens
We had dreams about being emcees
And there was no concern about so and so
And these record companies
But now we all are
sideways
You can do it in the sticks in Mississippi
Or on a rooftop, New York City
From the Carolina Coast to a California beach
Y'all raise one up
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
q-tips
If i aint about money its muted
Got his b**** on my d*** therapeutics
So dont get me turnt in this b****
Somebody get hurt in this b****
This
and I'm running in
And it feels so right how you in your feels all night
Baby tell me what you want again
Tell me twice I need to know that you're in love
yeah we going all black
Now im in my bag yeah im talking racks
Went from a G to a Q to a Q to an O to an O to a P
But the life wasn't free
Realized that
Four, five bitches in the section, you don't trip
'Cause they all gotta pay breakin' bitches for they tips
Who say we got enough time?
Don't let it
it's some fire ass tree you can tell by the smell and the ladies looking good in they 2 piece put my chicken on the napkin to soak up the grease black n
don't share
Less we gotta chop it then we split
She a polo bear
Yeah, she like the icing on the tip
Yeah, she like the icing on the tip
Nigga been
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