Lyrics:
the clay, always cooking
Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on a mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
the clay, always cooking
Gone late night, cook the keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on a mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
of them. And anybody could grow their hair for
peace or give up a week of their holiday for peace
or sit in a bag for peace,
protest against peace anyway,
They say I ain't I ain't no street n****
They say I don't really understand
They say I ain't a hood nigga
Maybe they'll never understand
You better
'em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
Don't give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soak em in
All at one time, so when it's my time I've done it (a'ight)
I know you'd kill for me, you'd die for me
I know you like to rip and run the streets
All at one time, so when it's my time I've done it (a'ight)
I know you'd kill for me, you'd die for me
I know you like to rip and run the streets
bust tools, y'all niggas sounds like fools (woo)
Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm)
How much your watch cost? You
cousin, and all your peeps that everyone want a piece.
[Mashonda:]
Big up! I like the boys from the streets and,
Big up! would never know where
the streets packin' heat you ain't never there
I run the streets stackin' g's you scared you scared
I run the streets they know me I don't give a care
I run
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
kill your dog, we tied even, I'd believe it
If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
Cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look
tellin' me to give her up
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never
man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for life
As the rain drop, drop on the pavement
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
(what?)
You can give me whatever, just pass the Courvoisier (let's go)
Five thousand boomin' watts (yeah)
I got a thousand karats all up in my watch
(what?)
You can give me whatever, just pass the Courvoisier (let's go)
Five thousand boomin' watts (yeah)
I got a thousand karats all up in my watch
back
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week
You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead
Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I
'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill wit' me (yeah, yeah)
You wanna beez in the street with the Freakniks (come on)
But now you all up
'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill wit' me (yeah, yeah)
You wanna beez in the street with the Freakniks (come on)
But now you all up
the only child
Funny, he ain't never seen my smile
You gotta get up, get out and get something
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it)
You
and give me (off and give me)
Just one last time (just one last time)
To say this talking (to say this talking)
By taking mine (by taking mine)
Load up them
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
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