Lyrics:
(Benz) like Mercedes
Invade your mental like U.S. troops invaded Haiti's
Ladies, that are Latin be lovin me more than Desi Arnez but
My voice be
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
d dirty style
In the street is where it goes
Walking down that dirty road
From my head down to my toes
They say I'm gangster I'm gangster
Cause
And the street lights leadin' me
Right to where I'm found
You can have the crown
I came for the riches
From the south side
Send my digits to your misses
My old
a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it
you see green from all the money I spend (what you do?)
I stay fresh like mint from mint
I meant my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice
Real friendly
for my fair yulia
HALLOWED EEN
Night flash
Me you
Fists clash
Chests too
Live fast
Die blue
It's what
We all
Must do
Kiss kiss
Bang bang
Conduct
My
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind
to lose
Niggas ain't playing it fair, don't play by the rules
Don't try when my niggas around, they stay wit the tools
It's all good cuz we came from
(Uh)
No matter where you're from
I'm not the one you wanna mess with
Original, Willie style, livin' lavish
Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris
can't hold my stick
You think I care if they get mad? I don't owe them shit
want to hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga
1 - We might be from
a lot to do ("job's not finished")
Philly hit me up, like "Zay, you him for real, ain't nobody stoppin' you from stoppin' you"
(Whatup, VR4T!)
Me and my
isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first
serious I battle tears from home
Beers and bones until delirium
Sincere you're hearing it
I've had it up to here with the hisses in my ear
Their abyssal
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
You Dont Watch The News
You See Theres A Lot To Lose
Cuz We Got A Baby
And People Are Shady
[Bridge: Drake]
My Generation Is Changin
Aside From
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
judged by my King
And you will fail
Take that as a promise from the King
Sometimes I do speak for the King
And you should kneel to your betters in this
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