Lyrics:
outta Hypnotic, 'nother round at the bar
And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
“I hate my dad, Homer Simpson look-a-like fat bastard!”
Yeah, well at least you weren’t stuck with Ned Flanders
Who the fuck was I supposed to go
heads
I got my niggaz to get bread
And turned Lackawanna to a bridgehead
Its motivation
Pussy nigga get on ya job
Its a lick i might hit up da squad
and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
thuggin' on the block, I ain't wanna punch a clock
I was gettin' bands while ya mans was gettin' hot
Sold my .22, he the reason I bought the Glock
Pop,
heading to the place, where my head I lay, amazing grace
Uhn
Get ya waves up
Imaginary player
Should go get ya grades up
Uh what you talking like
Catch me
grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag,
could ya step outta my bed
Matter fact could ya get outta my head
Ima bouta really flip out in this place
I have got to really dip outta this place
I
high
All the freaks get geeked when I come by
Um, I think I see one I want, I'm
Gonna try to make the best of the first night
Ya heard right
Tell them
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Aint got time rest
Tryna let ya know
On my bed
Tryna let ya know
(Ay ay ay huh)
Gotta start living might run outta time
Double step back if you work 9 -
bling" they blind ya
Tryna stick me for my paper "click
Click" they found ya buried
In tha million dollars
Respect my whole click
Smoked Outt, we be tha
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie,
Crime stories
Boy, you get no glory
I'm not going to mislead my brothers
Crime stories, I'm tellin? ya right now, ah, will they talk? No glory
Scene III,
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
make di paper
Di 'K full him of hole like strainer
Die now as a failure binds out of my 9
Kick off dem head like Zidane and Aloe Vera
Ay ya, ay ya, ay ya
would walk by
I never tripped, bro, always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
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