Lyrics:
Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin'!
(Outlaw
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
by these freaks
But I'm just a player still in love with these streets, yeah
You can't get a dollar out of me It's money over bitches cause I'm from
and mine, I bet a dollar your nuts stank
Hoppin' on the left coast learnin' new west slang
Naturally better, versus them, it's like flint to a cup of rain
so I can see what's happenin
My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin
Oh no, I see a girl comin towards me
Posse deep, so I paused for the cause
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
and round the driveway
Now it's coming my way
And i'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage
Peep now back then I
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
a premonition of the talents I posses
No success but I'll become the definition on em
If I'm outta sight, and end up outta mind
I hope I get my roses by a decent
counts
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos
Got a forty-five screamin' 'bout survival
200 dollars left to my name so 2000 problems run through my brain
Should I quit ? Man should I stop? I might a tried but I can't change
Gucci bag
you[01:41.47]Fortune by my side she my true dollars[01:44.76]You get no reply[01:45.71]When them haters try to divide her (eh)[01:48.38]I'm freshly fit[01:49.24]18 on my
cause Ima mow em
No money for the car payment
They gon tow it
15 to get it back, if them niggas repo it
You down bad, hard times don't last
I do shit
at the Neck Chop Bar
Right where us killers hang out at night
And in walks a man I've never seen before
He took the table by the door
And signaled for
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
I'm strugglin'
Fumblin'
Tryna figure out
How I'm gon' make these 15 dollars last
That's all in my account
These luxuries I'm spoiled with
I may have
Spitta back the truck up
There go the lean man
Thugga we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my
Bitch and then we rough fuck
I leave a Crego to the lot
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
25 Cents 2 sides choose wisely
Heads or tails they can lead to fatalities
100 Dollar bills can make life seem peaceful
We all know money is the root
dollar out my bank for a play
Could be surrounded by whoever but I'm still gon' feel the same
Yeah, unless it's you
I could lie and say I'm lyin' but it's
and I'm living by C.R.E.A.M.
With a couple dollars for the Sprinkles
I can not chill until my people
Green and we rocking with stars Like the Beatles
My
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
sucka MC
Had a response
You think we care?
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
And we're real live
We walk
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