Lyrics:
head and give it up
Ain’t no debating
Shawty said she love
How I ride on the beat
UnderRated doing 1500 in a week
This my first album and I did it by
Broad day light give ya daymares
Send em packing like take care
Caught em napping like daycare
He don't know what happen by the blank stare
Pistol pointed
days
Gon sell like they on eBay
I say, bid, offer is there
Spit it like an auctioneer
Clear, I pay the price
Pray to Christ, that when I step up in
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
you you're improving
But he's just being nice 'cause he knows you're losing it, uh
On Free Mindstate, you were good, not great
By this album, hell no,
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? A big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
I do what I want, suckers
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
[background ad libs by P. Diddy]
(Danger)
(Danger)
(Ah ah ah)
(Danger)
Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
an adventure
I tell them that I
Drink too much
Feel too much
I don't give a fuck
I've lost touch
Too much
Green filled in the dutch
Until my mind is crushed
Too
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
like fuck nikkas shoutout to Trouble
Chasing that green Chasing that flubber(Ha)
Rumbled in that jungle
Fighter not a lover
Shawty childish Aka Donald
with the light
Fuck around, took a nigga bitch, now a nigga wanna start a fight
Nigga wanna take me out the zone
Workin' out, liftin' this strong
I
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green
We in a different league
NBA, never broke again
Never
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
of those guys
Interesting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)
Those lovely moments
I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album, sell a million
Give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy
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