Lyrics:
(All I want is you, the one I want)
(All I want is you, the one I want)
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's
piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH
Let you know
that,
See I dream big, grind hard, create more when the times hard,
It’s No stoppin’ til’ i’m in that coffin’, cuz It’s sink or swim, and I’ma lifeguard,
eating snow crab, I'm in the street like the dope man
We do drive-bys in Mopeds, smoke strong like Popeye, Conan
I beat the pussy up, I just throat jab,
Rock?"
None of your biz, fuck around and run in your crib
Wife like, "He ain't here," throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me 'til the tre' pound
Dept of Rec ft mF DOOM - "12 Steps 'Til Doom"
OK, the first mistake you made
Was opening your mouth
And when the piehole expanded
Another kid came
an acapella before we get out of here
We gon' get to that shit when we get back
Ten years of probation
That's 3650 days shit
How I'm supposed to make it
I'm
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Just let me work, just let me work
I'm out here grindin'
Yeah, I'm out here grindin'
I told 'em, that I'm out here grindin'
I'm
New York Home of the drip tho
Ten toes down in my Timbos
Couple losses but at the end tho
Bruh Man 5th Floor You know we gone Win-Dow
Lookin like I'm
the streets, I'm not worried 'bout nobody
It's enough that I'm here by myself and you know how to touch me
Trust gone, thought you loved me
You postin' that
Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that
killers squeeze
Triggers and hammers clap
I'ma strap on my bullet-truth vest
And hammer back like that
We souled out
Seeking God's face til we foldout
He
get conquered
We here, we getting stonkered
We're only getting started
Not gonna stop 'til we're comfortably munted
Let's get conquered
We here, we
superstar status
Wish Mike was here to tell you I'm the baddest
Stalked by T.M.Z., wanted by Oprah
Followed everywhere from the Garden to the Copa
Take
worse, hell nah, no way
At least I know my odds here, I'ma be okay
Adapted to the lifestyle, so I'ma be okay
Keep that one just in case, yeah
I'm
name and get pop-rocked
I come from the east
We hustle for a ten piece and
Split it with the game
It's FREE 6LACK and I'll be here
Until you know
10-4, lil' mama keep the snubnose with her
6-0, keep a model let the drum roll hit him
Get a bag by my lone, hope the drum won’t get him
Been
Backing hoes was like heaven
Eleven, years later I tried to hide
And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde
Just let me puff and lounge
bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
I'm so stressed and all I here is "f*** the world" [Repeat: x2]
Man ever since life been
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
I'm so stressed and all I here is "fuck the world" [Repeat: x2]
[Ludacris]
Man
[Chorus 2x]
You could be blind
But you gon' see it when you need to see it
You gon' be fine
'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here
One
take
Kick yo' face 'til yo' head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot
Amityville
I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap
Amityville
I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap
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