Lyrics:
' easy to get, I'm playin' Russian Roulette
Y'all sellin' out for the check, we holdin' out for the kids
Free black and don't flip
Gold ropes to whole
(boom)
Dirty niggas, we had no bucks (none)
Now we travel the world, fuck the globe up (vroom)
It's hard to be sober (uh)
Started with four and a baby,
make it drizzle hard
I got a passion for rappin'
So let's get it on so I
Can rap about what happened
I got the red light flashin' so
Get up, stand up
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
Uh, I remember bein' broke
Talkin' 'bout we gon' get this money, gon' get this money
Wiffle ball playin', to the mall slanging
CD's of niggas
heads swollen
Mystikal slippin' and on the
Pavement you get laid
Light up through ya ho
I'mma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down, cuz I
and sons facing the same thing
In the hood, mouth full of blood, tasting the same sting
Playing a game, trying hard to hang by the same string
You better
em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath
It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon' Meth-Tical come and get some
Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This
from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah wassup my nigga?
I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin
I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in
See me goin' hard that shit be making 'em hurt
They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed
They so cold I know that they're out to get me
And all
I'm playin' someone else's game
[Chorus]
I must have tried a thousand times
And yet you still refuse to listen
Still I get this feeling
We've
Have we been here before?
Oh...
Have we been here before?
Oh...
Someone took me by the hand
And lead me through an open door
And told me,
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up
forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin'
I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas
to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all
I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold
time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin'
That know we get O's like cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
[Young Jeezy: Talking]
Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)
I ride on these niggaz
Let's get it!
[Verse
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
of body experience, hard to explain
Like the pyramids and gods, I remain
I know pain, like Kurt Cobain
Or AI playin, hurt the whole game
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