Lyrics:
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
like energy
I-N-C-O-M-I-N-G that is me
I-N-C-O-M-I-N-G that is me
I wanna take the world by storm
Tsunami, tornado, hurricane you name it
Wash out every
and cream
And I'm servin' more kids than Chuck E. Cheese
And a german chocolate cake'll cost you 16 G's
[be-Legit:
It's the big time billa
Ay, this is just a quick PSA
I just want yous' to know that when I make it and i will make it
Best believe that
I just wanna make sure your
spot?
{B.G.}
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
get em out and shut that bitch down
{Lil Wayne}
huh? well
for the fuck of it
I don’t trust nobody I ain’t with none of it
Go by all codes
And not just some it
I know that I’m on to some shit
I’m feeling closer
They masqueraded they see that you're makin' it
They want a piece of the cake
But they keep sleepin' on you like a Tempur-Pedic
They dreamin' that they
Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)
I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)
right? Boom
Now now, all you, all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue
right? Boom
Now now, all you, all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's
Nothing good ever comes free
Money moving quick
If you want it you better run G
Quicker then Usain
Quicker then a greyhound
I been doing music because it's
ima roll it
Show it wit dem leavin' magic
But I knew I had it in savage
It got crucial I ain't panic, when y'all want it, I ran it
I remember
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is
niggas on the spot
Chorus
Verse 2: Master P
How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you
The I don't give a fuck mentality taking a toll on me
Surrounded by hoes and empty baggies of blow they did
And yeah we had a good time but this show
wonder
Where they lunch at i already come for that
I ain't find comfort at
Any spot less than the top
You niggas had it but ya records done flop
So I
steppers with me, know they keep a G lock
And they 'bouta finger fuck the trigger find the G spot
Chico got them J's doin' flips for a lil' rock
And I'm
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
your head until
Your motherfucking neck hurt
So don’t ask me to max, G, ‘cause if you
Ain’t real
I’m bringing it to your face like acne
Now rappers run
shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
side[00:15.57]Know it's lit when we got gang outside[00:20.13]Sheesh![00:20.95]Walk in the spot, they like who dat (who dat)[00:22.42]We the littest in the room,
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