Lyrics:
Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check
And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice rip
Aiyo the words could get intricate vocab's in my temple
but I'm a do this ripper dipple it's your mentals is what I'm into
(FOR THE MONEY!!!) It's
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
What ever u need I got it
Yea! Just come and get it
U don't have to wait just hit me
Yea I make it happen
I got to get it
My block stay hot like
I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat?)
I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat)
My name is that top of all of those that mix
Turnin' poetry into
and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it?
You want
finger anxious
We gone pull up and flame him
I get the racks and i be counting up all the time and i swear that its basic
Smoking moon rock in the space
, rock, rock)
[Verse 1 Buckshot]
Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here,
feelin like you got a lot of weight
Sometimes you want to bomb never
the bass in the mix
You know what's next bitch
I'm sure to get rich
[Chorus]
Ha ha
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
so that puts you in the mix up
But I'm gunnin' for your heart, so tell that nigga it's a stick up
I called your phone, baby, pick up It's more than
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
so...
[Wiseguy]
Yo, yo, yo; can I get a chance to drop in the cipher?
Set the shit on fire
Yo why the, beats stop?
I don't know the beat-box is coming in
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
bottles.
She’d stick it in a microwave; leave.
Shake it up.
Warm water.
Couldn’t get her nature, but I had that similac,
Thinking bout whiskey.
Now, I know
moulded by the summer solstice
It can't be broken cos ain't thing colder then them desert nights
Lord know if I'm to go or do it over
Go on put right backs
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
so i gave his ass tylenol coming to me bout that headache
if you begging for front get your head straight
you ain't pushing no p boy you deadweight
Four to four we down and out two biddies in the mix
Watch your tone watch your mouth or you might get (Hit hit)
Shhh or you might get hit don't be playin
my heart all she get is dick
Money my drug and I need a fix
Broke n***a you don't make no sense
Fuck a glock bitch I rock with machete
Thought you
'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (you know that, nigga)
I'm gon' get high by myself, I
I'm money minded you can tell just by the way That I talk that I'm tryna go get it
Aye real dope boy all this shit came right off The block
Niggas be
he get him he gon rip him up the middle
Bitch I'm slicker than a goddamn skillet.
Snakes in disguise
Suits n da ties
Nigga full of lies
Still A.Ras
get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by
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