Lyrics:
Yu ain't gotta think
Many of us died in dis hoe
Take dat to tha bank
We wuz lied and wus told
We all wuz slaves
Brought here and was sold
Even if dat
quack
If u talkin out ya neck u gettin mfin splacked
Yea my girl a lil spoiled dats my mfin brat
I watch da front i know da guyz got my mfin bak
So u
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Yo
Who’s dat don?
Why he lookin’ like that?
Does he know where I’m from?
Does he know what I’m on?
Here for the good time not a long time
homies getting mad paper
My grind 24/7 this shit does not stop
My grind 24/7 this Shit does not stop
I remember niggas started to doubt
Had to switch
I had a dream i was rich
So I woke up and roll me a blunt
And went chase me A bag
Can't leave wit out fire
On church no lie
If he try like he high
He
business stay outta this
This a "A" and "B" conversation
Hoe see yo way out of it
See I had to tell dat hoe
That's between me and my woe
Don't come
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
to piss on
I could think a couple of bitches to shit on
And even if I stuttered I would still
Sh-sh-sh-shit on you nigga
How long, how long?
How
too
CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
It's been too long since I first got the butt
A nut in your mouth
Or on your chin
Five months ago I met you and I
strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
'm dead
So if it aint about the paper I leave the bullshit on read
Paper paper paper paper all of it necessary
Gotta chase it no love lost this February
I
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
(Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}
Cause niggas like us do platinum
(Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}
Cause niggas like us do platinum
get it on
Here to today, then your gone ? fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up
Paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up
Let it be
these drugs on my table I call it homework
Tryin to escape those feelings that dat night had caused
Thinkin if it would be different if dat night I called
a call of duty lobby
Do you really wanna try me?
I'm tryna build this label ain' nobody gonna stop me
So if you talking rap then you gotta run it by me
If
you make in the day
My art on this paper sticks us together, Paper Maché
Using my Inner Peace to match from within
I got dat "It" factor, y'all
)
I spent 400 20s on dem 28s
( cash out gang )
U taking to long wit dat front nigga bring it bak ( come on bak )
Da fuk da Matta wit ds niggaz
And the feds never give up, they tryin' to kill us
I'm stressed drinkin' VSOP tearin' my liver
Livin' my life like I don't care I'm out to take the throne
My
went
I had the show
I had the show, but poli-tricks, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So long story short
Short story long
What
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
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