Lyrics:
show yer
Dropping through a hurricane
The sky’s not for sale
The way you walk, the way you walk with me
The way you talk, the way you talk to me
The way
Before you get your ass on up
Nigga never gonna grow up
Drinkin' the Henney
But her know he gonna throw up
Tryin' to make crack sales
What it look
Every time
I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jails,
on les sème
Le pétard est tout neuf, c'est gang
Ça t'pull up tous tes morts si tu talk
(Shit a oxydé)
Ça t'pull up tous tes morts si tu talk
my life, I probably sold a million halves
(Million halves)
A lot a niggas talk they shit
Don't know the half (Don't know the)
You know dope for sale
themselves aren't for sale
Money, noisy though it is
Doesn't talk that loud
But you can buy this album - you
Probably have, unless you're just browsing
In
K
A Classic Class A Classification
That's what it is
We doing some drug talk out here man
It's the return of El Psicodélico, Puta Cabrón
How can they
Daddy Nitro: (Talk)
Now hear dis!
All bad man what dey a know
The original bad man dey a know, seen?
Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon the ??man
Come
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Fuck eat sleep get rich then die
Soul on sale for low
a heart for sale
It ain't you riding 'round this town
With a ghost in the shotgun seat
It ain't you that's been tryna call
It ain't you that still
I'm surprised
When I look into your eyes
That you manage to walk and talk at the same time yeah
You're in season
Baby born into wealth
But you
Different cloth I’m a young boss
Took some L’s but I never lost
Aim for the top I ain’t gonna stop
I just make sales then I make prof
3 all my bros
Slowly touch it
When you deal with the coke
Don't rush it
Phone me I got it
I sale it for the low
With me
You make profit
I bet your plugs
the silence
I need to distract my mind
Not so far from here I hear a voice
Maybe this could be my best choice a dream for sale
I cross dull eyes, no one can
quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the flico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever have
the sidewalk, and what this shit sale it self
Wooh walk that walk
I said wooh, talk that talk
Wooh, forever give it to ya raw
Wooh, preaching this concrete
epidemic hit
That Corona shit left no jobs (damn)
Rap niggas didn't save well
All them Richard Milles
Now they for sale
All that cap shit
Didn't do
all back
Ona sale
Thinking bout fucking the jewler up
Baby
Need ice on tha wrist
Just to go with tha smile
Im in some loafers today
Wit tha b
to prove
I know
He knows
She knows
They know
What to do when I step in the room
Your talk is cheap
Oh you're so tired
Best go to bed now
Do better child
Oh yeah
Oh Jah, alright
Country for sale apply within
Now Cobell tell me what a gwan
I hear them sell off everything
Name your price if
Well hello there come on in
I'm expecting you my friend
Yes you came to see the
House that is for sale
All the neighbors are so fine
They're
Hate the price of fame
It cost too much (aye yeah boy)
And you lame niggas talk too much (aye yeah)
I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell
Hey, the price of fame cost too much
Like these niggas talk too much
I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
Said, I'm ready for whatever,
pockets the new Hulk
We don't pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin' on me, doin'
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