Lyrics:
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
at my style
When I pull up I drive the girls wild
All they can say is wow, wow
All they can say is wow, wow
I ain't playin' dead, it live in the south
It
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
And everyone should get along
Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down
Children, I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His
And everyone should get along
Okay, children, quiet down, quiet down
Children, I'd like to introduce our new substitute teacher for the day
His
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
my health
I got that bag, I did that by myself
I got a bag, I did that by myself
Yeah, yeah
Pull up on the block, I got a new Maybach
Shawty tryna give
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
I'm tired of looking at everybody else when who I really want is you
So, what you really wanna do?
Back on my old block everybody sells
Brothers go
by your side
Fuck this shit I been on a hustle
Fuck it am living this life
She always trippin on me
Told you I got a new game
I call it smash
the short term,
The long term can look after itself unless you happen to be living here,
I've gotta stop.
People are squinting to block out the sun
alright, but the girl was so young
Her eyes was so lovely that money was strung
This kid was 23 and the girl 16
See, another street king had now found his
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said,
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
of the game face
Pluck signs on the jackets
Get props, yo, like a Prop Joe packet
It's illegal
How those kids can come from out of the slums to live so
behind the yellow tape, cover your kid's eyes
Twice upon a time
Chain cold, look like Vegas lights the way it shine
Changed the game
'Bout to do it
jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
She moved her nigga in
She dont gotta creep no more
Hi kids do you like thug life
Do you wanna get shot
In your motherfuckin dome twice
Do you wanna
(Intro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin
It's all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in
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