Lyrics:
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Underneath strugglers and the hardships
Two bit hustlers, big time pimps
Now look at little Mike, I heard he lost his dad
Drank
and Abednego
To walk through the fire with Jesus by my side
Even Jesus when He was just 12 years old
He said, "I must be about My Father's business"
And remember
weapon
She lives on his locker door
She's the girl he dreams of when he's at sea
Although she's in 2-D he'd like her at home waiting
She's the pin up
Of the last seven years I see our two sets of tracks
Shoulder to shoulder, still we had each other's backs
Take a snapshot, let's never change the facts
Ever
storm, nigga
Weezy F is in jail, I keep his seat warm
Nigga yes, I get it like I live it, yes
This pimp is still is pimping
Y'all don't want me to be
that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)
Gun show, I dropped
wa' walk wit it, wa' walk with it
Up in my pimp mode
Movin' through the club in slow mo
Slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin' real low
from town
Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around
I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three
And by
of this crowd, holiday bound
Christmas line dancing now
Hook:
Verse 2:
clways looking good in our red and green
My crew so fly, we always cause a scene
Yeah, Its Nature
Happy, 22
Yeah, yeah
Yeah Yeah
Happy 22
Yeah i'm out here with the crew
Living life healthy
Document the shit we do
When we come
my homies they be wanna show me new movements
And I ain't even gotta do shit! Tavia been in the crew since
The '1-2, when I wanted her cousin until I
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
you’ll be weakened by the rust
Waters what we need, so that we can live long
But how can something good hurt something so strong?
Water takes lives and I’m
clouds fall the way (come on)
Ooh-whoa
On tour with Tribe, once again, great to be with the crew
Step-son in his third year of playin' AAU
Wish I
don't win winners don't qiut
I remember my friends the ones that gone
So mi made up me mind by the Grace of God
Kill them with love i will never give up
Workin day and night,
Gettin all this cash when there's none in sight
Bout to take flight
Gotta pack my bags cuz I leave tonight,
It's a new year
watch em kill each other
its time to fight back thats what huey said
2 shots in the dark now hueys dead
i got love for my brotha but we could neva go
nigga, that's my bitch
I'ma deal with her
Park up then spark up and do nasty
Shit behind the wheel with her
We like two and the same
So we can do a few
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
It's right, Belita Heights, baby
It's Carre in the recipe
Yeah
I'm about to do this
All the way live
It's right, yeah
I'm about to do this
All
crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors
your head low
in the shadow of the valley, I’m live on Death Row!
Verse 2
I’m live on death row, red jumpsuit white tennis shoes
Surrounded by a room
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
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