Lyrics:
to ask
[Hook]
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Told me
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
being down bad my mom died
When i was seven years old damn it made me cry
And my skin was dry now i smoke on dope to get the pain from my eyes woah woah
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
to rapping
Yeah but legends ain't forgotten, now the rap game garbage
Damn near 7 years since the feds hit your apartment
All these new artists only make it
(I know she a dummy)
You playin' it off, but it's killin' you, nigga (damn)
Your bitch on my dick, she be feelin' a nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Scott concert
Ten people died, thousands got hurt (damn)
Thinkin' bout that 9 year old that's the saddest part
You know Uncle Murda love the kids,
the name/
Emanuel bout to raise some hell/
brown colored put me on the scale/
two forty seven/bitch I rock it well/
born for this/got to make it work/
year, every year, every year
Cuz every year is our year
Every year, until we need some pallbearers
That's 24/7, 12/52, 365, you bitch ass niggas
Yea,
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
a bitch
We don't like you fuckin bitch
We'll kill you like a bitch
[CHORUS]
[Chyna White]
Ain't no hoes fuckin with this bitch
I put years in this
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any
Well, that was the album
I hope it wasn't too disappointing
Mm, Before I go
I got one more thing
God rays in my whip look real good on yo' bitch
God
bullied by the boys 2014 was the year shit (what? what? what?)
Used to be zero now the only one left (huh? huh? huh?)
Searching for the hero bitch I never
Hell boy passing by, you can hear the fucking Harley
New York represent, foe kings since we rookies
Well they say
Don't do things for love
You get what I
Well you should have him full time
Go fuck up his shit instead of mine
Go get, punk bitch
(You got to be good to me)
I don't need you round here, no way
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat
shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life
on saying "Fuck Too $hort"
But I'm a better MC than you
And ain't a damn thing you can do, but bitch
On the TV screen, in the magazines
When they
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
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