Lyrics:
soldier
reload smoke ya
Electricity told ya
My moms not shocked by holsters
Nor the chinky eyed cheeba chicken hawk
We smokin that Al Roker
Froze up as I
The devil pulling me back to the streets when I just wanted peace
Gripping on my heat, ready for whatever that come for me
Ain't no happy endings in this
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
MC who you can't deny
'Cause I'm the baby-maker, I'm the woman-taker
I'm the cold crushin' lover, the heart breaker
So come on, fly girls
who you can't deny
Cause I'm the baby-maker, I'm the woman-taker
I'm the cold-crushin lover, the heartbreaker
So come on, fly girls, and please don't
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
the street,
But I’m back in the game I’ma spit some heat,
You talk is cheap, your moves are weak,
Cash money be the only thing that I speak,
Word on the street
quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
B Sig bring the light to the masses
Of these rap bastards, who gives street passes
One shooting can lead to three
increase
You ain't gotta be in the streets
I'm the king of the sheets versace
Bathtub and jacuzzi by Fendi
Pocket full of enemies
I guess that's what I get
They call me LINO, come f wit a n like me tho
Keep it 100 baby girl he a zero
They showing me love everywhere that we go
And by the way mf they call
limelight
How can life go wrong when I got a brainiac that swallows pipe
She roam the streets like its Halloween so tricks can trick or treat all night
My
Real niggas ain't bad at it
These motherfuckers who owe me
Chopping off their head now
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working
end
so I ain't even take a look
Yeah
if i wanna read about girls taking things they shouldn't took
Yuh
I'll start from the beginning
When eve eat that
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
ain’t tripping got some niggas that’ll off dude
Niggas pussy yeah they mushy like some soft stool
Why he talking like he with it you gon off who
Still
like, "Thank who?"
Most that shit was fake, but I do thank God for his grace
They makin' me starve, so I ate by the time they overfilled my plate
Even
cats
Just me Ty and B.I.g, thug it like that
E, Dame and Biggs, who else fuckin with that?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that
Other than
around
Been spending all my time rhyming different noun
All I hear is word choice recycled like a litter mound
Not worried as I pass em by, they got things
Crazy that shit ended up her main target
She caught me
Popped me
Damn I just wish that I saw it
I wish my cash was in larges
I'm that young kid who came
phone
Zoom right in you see the crystals on the trichomes
I just popped a blot it's that double dip
Codeine in my cup you know I take by the double sip
I
you a pass, you can pay me
But I'm too rich now, so all that money you can save it
So get down on the pavement
Hangin' with Nas, tell your homies how
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
life!
I'm from the dirty streets
You can't cleanse them with the bleach
Me, I'm no sheep
My minds out of harms reach
I stay woke like crack addicts who
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