Lyrics:
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
and Mr. Magic had static
Over Kiss FM and BLS which one is the baddest
Brothers on the block was doin' the Wop
While the cars drove by bumpin' real hip
or the street
How many times did I ride with a quarter of each
Two kegs and a strap under my feet
Brother this bloke is a dummy there's stashy under the seat
Real
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[Verse Three: Kalage]
All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes
around a hundred thou' REAL FAST
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin'
rap's a thing of the PAST
Rest in peace E Money Bags,
no more
gem
Rubber band racks by the ten now
Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz
I'm in a foreign car, she in another car
I pull up to the job, I
delirious
If you lived in a real slum
Without food or running water
Where police drive by and
Kill sons and daughters
You would give your right arm for
five-hundred bucks
Nigga barely got some cash, thinkin' 'bout his past
Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last?
Clutching on it while he get
to bear the shit wild
Trying to end the stigma of a pistol with my style
My brother beat his case, he went free before the trial
Gave ya boy a smile for
ain't Outside
Hop in the lamb no this a G5
Where they at they ain't outside
Clutching the Mac nah this is a 9
Where they at yeah they ain't Outside
Where
brains in the fast lane
A seventeen-year reign, simple and plain
When I ruled the rap game and all my peers sold cocaine
One-three-two Uptown, when Rich
bags
Buy it by the pound tired of copping grams
Used to microwave noodles I ain’t ever ate spam
D**n!
I be driving real fast so the police watching
If I
neighbour's
Gulped it down fast, cos it really did please
I mean it tasted so good, Rock was talking Chinese
That good pie
Oh, that's the pie you was talking
neighbour's
Gulped it down fast, cos it really did please
I mean it tasted so good, Rock was talking Chinese
That good pie
Oh, that's the pie you was talking
story, about pie
Drivin down south, though quickly aroused
When my car caught a flat, and then this old farm house
I hope somebody's home, takin
a little story
About pie
Drivin down South though quickly aroused
When my car caught a flat
Near this old farm house
I hope somebody's home, takin a chance
A life-saving decision as if he had known that
Shit was about to get real, yeah mad real
Driving at a speed that was usual in that vill
Suddenly a car overhauled
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
that it is some ol' real niggaz
Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)
Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin
ain fuckin with no stank hoes five star shi I'm in Houston with the migos getting peso real deal no counterfeit
Hood pretty and she thick she keep
big jif you got eyes
You can see i'm top 5
So fuck them niggas that made the list
Why you bitches getting paid to strip
I was in China eating chinese
them
Momma need a house what you think that I'm gone do bout it
I'm Tryna get the fancy cars I'm talking real fast
I need a lil baddie good vibes fat ass
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