Lyrics:
could sleep with the fish
Send 'em somethin' sleazy so
I could teach you
That I could reach you and how we
Do that hog meat real greasy
Uh, Slay told me
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way
that bitch)
Here what she said
(Whats up?)
[Chorus]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
To my
“This is- Louis, thats Louis”
“Louis is my son”
“My Son?”
“My Son”
“Where do you work?”
“I don’t have work, I’m a area boys” (boys, boys, boys)
Mo ti
chill with it
I know folk from where you from, spent months in jail with 'em
Said in court you took a plea, he ain't tell but you woulda
Let them sucka
Look at the shit you play
Look at the shit they say
Schooling you niggas and you can tell 'em I skipped a grade
Tell 'em I did for everybody that
you getting hot
Tell'em you've been getting it
Show'em what you got
Not really known in my city
Could post that I'm missing
Propose myself to many
But
'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was
day
On the road to paper yeah you know it's one way
Said I wouldn't make it, man I told 'em one day
Opposition hating on me, that's they feng shui
problems
Oh God, I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell 'em)
You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell 'em), you don't want these
tell em' that ain't all you can
Do
Tell em'.........
I can hoist a jack and I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too.
Ain't no machine can
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets,
em who the fuck is feasting
Tell em how greasy it is
When I’m on fire cooking up
Mama said I ain’t the one to blame
But I put that ring on her finger
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes
it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop
tell em' that ain't all you can
Do
Tell em'.........
I can hoist a jack and I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too.
Ain't no machine can
I’ll tell you a tale you won’t believe
Of an Eden in the Caribbean Sea
Battled for throughout its history
But ‘tis a story of paradise gained
And how in
gotta get it, right?
These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
Tell me that they love me,
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
ST VERSE:
TELL EM KEEP THE BEAT GOING TIL' I MAKE IT FLATLINE
I'M A KEEP THIS SHIT 100, MULTIPLIED BY A DIME
GOT MY MIND ON MY MONEY. AND MY MONEY'S
loud?
Said a nigga played, next day had to chalk 'em out
She know what it is, I'd kill I'll lay 'em down, had to tell me chill, I was tweaking yeah I know
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