Lyrics:
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Space, Age-in baby
Right right right right
One time
Beyotch
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
From
punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, god damn I seen god damn Eric's crippled ass
walking down the street
Talkin’ bout he need a ride, what kinda
down right now, don't count me out, I learned that from the chiefs
If it's yours, don't leave it layin' around, I learned that from the thieves
You
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
know I been retarded but I'll never take the blame
'Cah we judgin' everybody by the money that they show
To the streets, still faker than the Louis'
nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They
me rollin' in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin' all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin' gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from lil' Mexico,
memory is getting breastfed by the pitbull (what?)
I'm so busy shooting, I'm celibate
I'm moving like Meek Mill
Where you get them vibrating panties, is
That nigga had to go come strait home from school
And could never go outside and play that lil' punk ass boy
I always told him he wasn't never gon'
a immature rhyme ho
Come rock a lil something, no we're all outta time so
From Chilltown JC to Brooklyn with A-D
I'm ripping things daily, ni if,
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black Connection you bitch you
[Chorus] (2X)
[Lil Ya]
SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!
off like the umbilical (what's that?) cord
The kushy that I'm blowing it hit hard like Floyd
I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
retire!
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used
foul
I almost dissed myself like it's Wild 'n Out
And I'm both team Red, Platinum White
But nah I got support from afar
I wish I just had fam close by
the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that
Play mad games wit
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
Get your money lil Buddy an stay the hell out my way
Ain't no Ninja messing with me an I said what I said
I done came a long way
Yeah an I'm 400
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
to god that shit hurt the most
Made it threw the struggle I deserve a toast
Almost drowned but I learned to float
Now a nigga got fans from coast to coast
Yea Yea
Ah
What's up Chase Green how ya doing
I love the life I can't get enough of it
Sum like ya girl she can't get enough of me
Wish it was 2 she
TRAVEL REAL SLOW LIKE AN INCH WORM,
THIS MIGHT BE A LIL TOO FAST FOR THE INTRO
I COME ALONG WAY FROM THE CITGO,
BUT ITS ALL GOOD CUZ WE LEARNED HOW TO GET,
to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(Why's that?)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Alright)
I like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the left)
I
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