Lyrics:
And I'd put that capital back in Alabama
We'd put Florida on the right track, 'cause we'd take Miami back
And throw all them pushers in the slammer
Oh,
I'll turn on the charm
You'll be in the slammer
And I'll be on his arm
Ain't no use in tryin'
To slow me down
'Cause you're runnin'
With
contenders (yeah, yeah)
In syringes, I can shoot up lyric vengeance
And my grammar, might do a mandatory life in slammers
You should regret it, thinkin
prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
position it's a rough transition
Plus I'm way too deep in the game to be trying to change
For fortune and fame and glamor I can be in the slammer
Or six
I'm in the slammer for the summer
But now it is the fall, I'm havin' a ball, makin' my nickel sacks crawl
'Til my niggas got to servin' when they beep
Wake up kids
It's half past the youth
Ain't nothing really changing but the date
You a grand slammer
But you're no Babe Ruth
You got to learn
on your silly ass pre-style grammar
Locked in the slammer, while I'm laid cocked back like a hammer
Y'all newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up
fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
New York niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we Crip walkin' in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I
York n-, cocky n- like it's all good
Fuck around we Crip walkin' in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fuckin' Bama
I'm from
60s (neighborhood)
Look my lil' niggas tote the hammer, no such thin' as missin' (boom, bap)
And plus I'm fresh out that slammer, I go hard, no
I'll turn on the charm
You'll be in the slammer
And I'll be on his arm
Ain't no use in tryin'
To slow me down
'Cause you're runnin'
With
a nigga back on his gristle
Going hard with them hammers my niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slippin' but I don't walk on bananas
I'm out
Caught with a trunk of Barry Manilows
They sing a different tune when the slammer close
From the concrete grew a rose
They give you Wraith talk, I give
a brick in the church
Now baby pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer
Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta
I'm in L.A. with
You motherfuckers programmed by the programmers
That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers
Not me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They music so
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
X what up? (Aight)
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say
brodie get stuck in a slammer (the slammer)
Mabu gon' help beat the case (facts)
I'm a lawyer, I always got answers (answers)
Fuckin' bitches
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
and I'm back in Atlanta
When I'm in Nieman's, I act like I'm a scammer
Do the connect like I'm Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I
(Heart for sale)
(Heart for sale)
(Heart for sale)
It's under a hammer
I'm a full time worker, baby
I'm a real body slammer
capital back in Alabama
We'd put Florida on the right track, 'cause we'd take Miami back
And throw all them pushers in the slammer
Oh, if the south woulda
atlanta, north carolina to alabama
Detriot to chicago, every ghetto, every slammer
Every dope dealer, every dope spot, from the calliope to your block
I know
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