Lyrics:
a nigga never fold
Keepin it deep in the streets
He keep on talkin he meetin my heat
Moving in silence Im making this money
If you try to backdoor you
And I gotta go
Damn, here we go again
I just came back
Girl, don't make me go again
She say you been in the streets
You was with that hoe again
mean mugs, and dubs
I walk out the next morning hungover and buzzed
Everyday I wake up with these rhythms in my head
So I grab my pen and paper, it's
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
(lean wit' it rock wit' it AAAAAAAA!)
we at the Dub on the rooftop (on the roof top)
in Buckhead with some new broads (hey say? what’s your name again?)
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Take a dub, get some 'Woods from the store
me
Just gimme some never run from it
Gotta keep it 100
Babyape wassup
Knife in my back
Yeah these streets they get lonely
I'm not gonna attract it
But
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
bitch in me
The street shit got me zoning differently
Listen, this shit is special like
'96 It Was Written Esco
Reasonable Doubt Jigga, Purple Tape Chef
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Everything they say about Playboy Too
When I
banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)
[Hell
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Key
Real street nigga, ain't no flaws in me (Ain't no flaws in me)
Half a ticket on me and I ain't brought it
or all dubs?
That's a tough decision
Couple hundred K In-State
Gotta move with precision
Bet it all on yo self if
Nobody if else see the vision
Make
bustas jump spot to spot
We hold post on the coast of the dogs and locs
Doing drive-by's hundred spokes crawl in snow
[Goldie Loc]
It's time to eat sleep
Overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin' John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet
In a place she
raise up
Then off to the south, the streets would of made us
We making money, but we never let it change us
Like my nigga Hard say, it ain't
like John Gotti
I don't need no friends
They gone get you in the end
Say he got a chopper that cut up
And got his ahh blend
All up in the streets
Got
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
like it fuckin scuba
Scrub a dub dub
It's blowin bubbles thats a bit beluga
Google me
That shit lookin like a Dictionary
While you doing that I'm with my
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