Lyrics:
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, painted period red
Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid
Let's go
I can't trust my iPhone
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
you ballin, look you wanna ball
Word on the streets, niggaz ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
I shoot my tek
f*** you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I
and I'm calling it out
Public opinions from private accounts
You not a check, then you gotta bounce
I got the drip, come get an ounce
They do anything
me to do?
We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]
Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans
Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
meanings
You can be a better self if you deal with your spirit
Scared to talk about depression, I don't wanna hear it
Every human cries, they all deal with
Godzilla ain't got shit on me
Check the repertoire Elm Street I dare You to dream
It's the dark side of the moon
Get your pistols out
Ain't shit to beef
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
a wizard
Every award show, we don't even get considered
How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical
To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit
His last chance to hold on to anything
And it meant everything
Do you remember?
I'm moving on
(We do what we can to keep our names alive)
This train is
existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah)
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em
Your success is
existin', little nigga, now listen (yeah)
Your mami, your papi, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase 'em
Your success is
nun chucks
Now, give it to me
I want the best and the best things in life are free
You can have it all
Anything you want you can make it yours
nun chucks
Now, give it to me
I want the best and the best things in life are free
You can have it all
Anything you want you can make it yours
, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda!
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck
what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another,
'm MoStack'ing, they wanna catch me on the roads lackin'
You better pray that it don't happen (niggas)
And I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rappin'
Have your
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
anything you need
From good credit, to good weed I can make any woman suck seed, control you with high degree
Along with anybody that's in need, I'll make
Thing-fish: (to harry)
Look heahhh, sweetheart, they's somethin' fishy gwine on...all I's wantin' to do is get de romantic in'trust out de way so we can git
and suffering that made that content. You see what I'm saying? You can't get it from the outside in. Truth is from the inside out. You know, and the way we've
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind your back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
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