Lyrics:
hard to handle the heat
When you've been through the
Cold
Cold
Cold
You know that God can make things new
Looking back at the
Old
Old
Old
It ain't hard
Glock and shot my homie
I ain't read the guide
Bro got twenty shots in his shit
I got fifty-five you baby daddy a crumb
He can't fuck with me if he tried
on the art of the craft
I keep it pure
Like that ring that they have
On the Jonas Brothers tour bus somewhere in the back
Along with all the groupies, they
in my door
Where ever you go keep one eye open at all times
Cause you can get got or even get popped
From hood to hood it ain't all good
You
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
Intro )
See When u tryna bust them moves. elevate & level up out cheer u need a team behind u
It’s impossible to do it by yaself
But ya future & out
You should mind yours
Baby my new accessory is mocha colored
And saving herself for marriage like a Jonas brother
Even though that shit is real and I
handle this
I don't never tie my shoes but I a never trip
Feeling like a ape nigga they say I can't be tamed
Sleazo what you spend on that I said a couple
always knew this, ha ha
Yeah, boy!
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother know
Once again, back is the incredible
rhyme animal,
a rhyme and change the whole subject
And still flow, and freak the whole public
It can't be done, especially by a crab MC
Who came out the crack rehab
You
change
I can't breathe when you on me
I can't handle the pain (No)
Yea we gotta make change
Step by step, yea we gotta make change (Yea)
Yea we gotta
Bettin' I'm gettin' my sex while I'm passin' up bets
Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain
Discover soul seeking a soul seeking huddle
Soul seeking a soul seeking lover
You think you can handle it?
I just gotta ask
I want all of you, can you handle
Running this shit, ever since I came back
Stay back, way back, You know I don't play that
And I'm feeling myself, You can tell they hate that
Face
I can smell the hunger on yo breath nigga
Shit ain’t going right and now it’s got you looking left nigga
See em at the light, them creepers gone take
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
You know what and we in that you knowhatI'msayin?
And this how we handle business, nigga
From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy
[C-Bo]
Huh, We
witcha brother
Hey I wanna see fine keles, come jam for me
Not the ones, wey dey from Instagram for me
Say God damn you no go fit handle me
God go
'd handle this you liars
Can't tell you what to say now
There's just too much of me now
I'm just too much to handle
Yeah I burned down all the haters so
Readin the weakness like some Black Jack
If niggas can't handle it
They get stomped from that Mobb attack
An if you come back from that stompin
Lay low
and sportin' him in your face
Go ahead roll your eyes, suck your teeth
Keep huffin' and puffin' like a dog in heat
You can call me a crook, a robber, a thief
But
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you ain't stop to think about
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
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