Lyrics:
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
Christmas
Sneaking downstairs on Christmas Eve
I saw a sight that you just wouldn't believe
St. Nick by the fireplace dusting off his beard with
Since they winning, give me my cutter
I need that now like these niggas ain't been
Biting my st-st-st-style
That shit wet, roll my pack
And we loud, whew,
the souf she tryna set me up
Don't ask if I'm alone
Said he won't smoke betta up it lil ni**a
He gangsta he stepping he be pulling triggers
I walk by myself
a n***as exit
Ain't gotta respect it
Just gotta accept
Cus i was like
Days go by the weeks go by
Don't matter we still tryna get paid
Run me my check don't
simple to me make you speechless, my experience reflects on my lyrics
Surrounded by rats and snitches, preaching to be sleaziest creatures
Ain't a gangsta,
to cut it up and put a Nigga on his feet,
Momma i'm sorry but we were damn poor,
Daddy in his casket I ain't have no where to go,
I started skippin school
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
circle
-Im google when I search u & patience is a virtual
-last to lay the law cuz I’m raw and was the 1st too
-u ThinC it ain’t my business but I clip u
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Tip toe, through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tip toe, through the tulips, with me
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Light
ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
but playin' gangsta, but he really phony
I done did all kinda s**t, all by myself, can't speak up on it
Late night with the Reaper on me, got my heater
ain’t sippin on drop
My young nigga reckless they crash on a opp
And I do my lil dance while I’m countin the guap
He got knocked out the picture he finna
ain't got no fans
Heard he got a lil' .38 now he macho man (Hmm)
And once she leave with me that is not yo bitch
You know I be coming with the cheese that
the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin'
Got a lil' change surrounded myself by game
Niggas sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin,
go
Yah they fuckin' me
Go go
If you love let me
Go go
I ain't holdin' back no
Mo mo
Lil Richie
Got the city fuckin' with me
Get dumb litty
All you ever
charger
Roll a lil loud
Know that gas get me started
Car came with a chauffeur
I ain't gotta park it
Tinted windows
Approach the whip with caution
Just got
she can't get nothin
I told her I'd pay for it bitch I was bluffin
My money ain't childish dont get caught by dem youngins
I put this shit up they
Don't go tonight, baby, one more time
You're my new ride or fly
And let's fall in love one more time
Need you now by my side
Look, that s**t gotta
a nigga at mortins
Balenciaga's now, we was used to shoppin' at Foreman's
Lil bro ain't gotta do shit, I'ma clap for him
Creed off the walk-by, she sayin'
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