Lyrics:
a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand
Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches
front of Big Lou's, y'all chill!
We got Big JuJu, my man Joe Black main
Slick Rick is on the block
We gon' get ill for y'all one time
Money earnin
fuck that shit I want a twelve inch dick
A Coupe a chrome and a money makin bitch
Verse 1: see Bo
A 'Lac front, back, man, I wish I had it
In
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
platinum and gold
Yes, God bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, locked, loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that's
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens
gold man like my suit is green
Heart froze zombie I might just freeze
Ice cold dawg you see me breathe
I might just kill everything I see
I'm getting
rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth
dropped em once
Cali packs in my wood, only zati blunts
Steady countin' backends, we don't do the fronts
Moved to better things, but I came up off of onions
Can I talk to ya'll for a minute Family?
I want to read a an Obituary for The Black man.
We come a long way, but we still got a long way to Go.
I
Cuz I know no other
Zafra by blood
There's a boatload of us
Stay smooth, no cocoa butter
Smoking some shatter
That Stone Cold Stunna ey
Silently
bitches they piped up and conceited
Ta-Ta-Takeoff
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code
Fuck a bad
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
the brightest one
What I touch turns to Gold, got the Midas Touch
You're like Mr. Smith tryna fight The One
If I put my mind to it it might get done
Man what am
it isn't gold, no
I just wanna feel like myself
How can I when I'm determined by
All the people in front of me?
I told 'em all too many times before
I'm an army of one I don't need no one else
I can make it pop by myself
Oh yeah what else
No cap got the winter shoulder
And look b I'm making it
low in skill and all bark
No bite you got an arrow in the front
And an arrow in the back
How you get shot in both sides?
I would never use you in
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
I'm qualified in making Lil mama my bride
And once I get it I hit it from the back front and side
Some prepositions but in my head, I'm talking
calling
Look at me nigga, I'm very important
He want me to front him my shit is imported
I push the button the engine is roaring
I can not front
Girl I'm
Peek-a boo, you see me
Standing right in front of you (I SEE YOU)
Peek-a boo
I see you now it comes right back to you
(PEEK-A-BOO) peek-a boo, Okay, go, no
a roundabout man circle round
Half hearts on the pitch that's rage,
Bang for your team and stop hiding away
Playing up front when it's flexing time but run right
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