Lyrics:
[Master P]
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you
Here we go again
[DMX]
Yeah, yo Kiss
[Jada]
What up dog?
[DMX]
These niggas running around here like they controlling this shit
ain't no right then ain't no wrong
Yeah girl I feel the way I've blown
I'm 'bout to speed this chemistry
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram
dont
Locked the CEO up and I'm the CEO fuck
Prison in feburary and I aint in no rush
Drink till I throw up nigga roll mo blunts
Ball so hard man I
out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
I'll have your punk ass on the
Dance floor tryna crawl out
I had
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
fucked C-Murder
And I'm a motherfucker dick
That's Platinum and Gold
It ain't my fault, that's what I was taught
The game is cold
("I'm goin' in they
of dyin' in my car, nigga (I ain't lyin')
I just wanna stack my meatloaf
I just wanna keep my heat close (I got it)
I heard a nigga killed his self
I
don't drop that soap nigga
Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
Nigga hit the switch nigga
Get back to 05 on these niggas blood
Woo
I ain't goin
let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah)
Play with you
keep goin' harder
And harder (ay)
Nigga, why you wanna play with me?
And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me?
He a snake and you
and toes pretty, I'm picky
See these trap niggas, they honor me and these rap niggas up under me
Ain't nothin' for me to get a hundred ki's and then
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
this
So they callin us
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
We ain't goin no where so fuck you
This day the game won't ever be the same
Things just
Can't find myself layin' up, if you ain't payin' up (uh, uh)
Bullets start sprayin' up, you know my niggas is sick (ha ha) (uh huh)
The game ain't
and it's goin' down, nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown, nigga
Pound niggas, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga?
Frown niggas
I'm Mr. Thanksgiving nigga
The game it's switched up
In white winter black
So gimme
Mo money mo ice
I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one
K what's up, what's goin' on?
How you been man?
Coolin' my nigga
I'm next right?
Yeah yeah you next my nigga
Top 5 Dead Or Alive
That's where it
be poured up
In the cup, in my set gettin' chunk up
They know these hoes, they showin' love
These hoe niggas get no love
We goin up like every night
I
and homies
If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless
My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough
If ain't bringin' home
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
This my last move and I'm gone
I ain't tryna come back, ain't doin' this shit no more
Tired of chasin' these motherfuckin' pennies
I'm tryna get
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