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(Gather round...)
(Miami Vice...for my cocaine dreamers...you kno...Miami Vice) (...Pusha spit this shit for ya'll...here we go) (Pusha T) youngin' don't make my sales rise, i'll shoot you out your chuckers pusha hear the whispers of all you muthaf**kers papa said they're free of thems suckas, minus the wicked jumpers, street baller like the rucker skip to my loo, if you lookin for a couple, roosters in the duffle keep the hood screamin', cock-a-doodle-doo f**kers coke by the ton, rap niggas i'm the one with basic rhyme pattern, how the f**k you tryin' to chatter basic ass rappers got'em runnin' for their life i philosophise about glocks and keys niggas call me young black socrates, west-indies bitch dropped her knees quick.... (what) with dreams of being a rich-man's-bitch yo sorry for niggas pull triggers in their shit, clique so many bullets changin'-my shit, call me lead fist ...shake the diamonds out my wrist (Chorus) Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious i don't fear tubs and crocket Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious got two hot rocks in my pocket Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious big whole palm trees and watches Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious my only accomplish, my conscience (Gather around...) (Malice) youngin' learn from me, let's...not be at odds with more like than not, two peas of a pod same hustle cept now my hustles now flows i once gave it away, at 30 grams an O that accounts for all them days in the cold feels like kids 'n' cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl but it's a bigger picture, homes, trust i've done seen it from frankfurt to cologne, eyes low to sweden from italy's milan to the shores of napoli now i consider ferrari and Salvidor Dalis i'm no longer local,my thoughts are global that's why i seem distant, son expand your vision even adored by Norwegian women, blond hair and blue eyes i'm gettin' back like a vengeance whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten and they wonder in these rap if i'm kiddin (Chorus) (...Miami Vice...) (Pusha T) sorry heavenly father, once again i hate to bother it's p, the evil creeper, send some to the grim reaper mean while, me and my misses, like solomon and sheba signs of the times, hurte emmillo gucci sneakers uh..ghetto literature, i damn near died for balliva it don't take much to get ride of ya, if i sent for ya better call the minister...uckk (Malice) i'm sorry grandmamma, for mistakes i have made when i aired family business, how u put me in my place even my baby mamma, i can't look you in the face 'cause i can't do enough, you're a symbol of god's grace so i place u in the flower bed, porcelain shower head throughout the house, and keep the youngin's mouth fed so when i'm gone, i hope i gave structure to the youth by the example that i led (Chorus) (...Miami Vice...) |
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[Pharrell]
You know we back right?, Clear the streets out 우리가 돌아왔어 알지? 거리를 청소해 Come on with it, Ha ha Star Trak 어서 나와봐, 하하 Star Trak Listen haters, I'm doing deals like the majors 들어봐 내가 미운 친구들, 난 메이저처럼 거래해 Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater Ice Cream 운동화, 첫번째 계약을 맺었지 So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas 그러니 3개 값으로 Bapesta를 사도 돼 Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us 너무 미움을 많이 받아서 방탄 T-셔츠를 입고 Dude like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up" Snoop 같은 친구는 말하지 "게임 레벨을 높여" Double the caboe, mediterrain up 그래 두 배로, 가운데를 올려(?) D-Class Action cuts, tuck your chain up D-Class Action 컷, 너를 덮치지 Liberace fingers, just hit Lorraine up Liberace 손가락, Lorraine을 위로 올려 Just last week, I was out in Aspen 지난주, Aspen에 갔었지 Me and Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughing 나와 Puff가 웃으면서 비행기에서 내렸어 A week before that, I was out in Italy 그 1주일 전에는, 이탈리아에 갔는데 Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me 두근거림을 멈출 수가 없더군 Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes Tella 저택을, 나와 열 명쯤 되는 여자가 들락날락 Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo 휴대폰 연락, Enzo(차) 좀 불러줘 I know what your thinking, yeah me too 무슨 생각하는 지 알아, 그래 나도 마찬가지 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이, 모두 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 [Pusha T] Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin 2년이 됐군, 허름한 차를 몰고 다니던 시절 The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooin 거리는 너의 것이었어, 대장 노릇을 했지 I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin 난 니가 코카인을 계속 잘 팔줄 알았어 But I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing? 하지만 질문 하나, 도대체 뭘 해왔던거야? Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs Pyrex Turs는 Covalli 털옷으로 바뀌고 The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs 여자들은, 내가 손을 흔들면, 몸을 떨어 All my niggaz caped up, selling grey and beige dust 가루약을 파는, 옷을 껴입은 친구들 Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up 돈을 제대로 벌지 못하면 트렁크에 입이 막힌채로 갇히지 We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks 우린 사냥을 안 해, 돈을 계속 불리지 Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercuts 엄지가 베일 때까지 돈을 세네 Children totto, South Beach Galardo 어린 애들의 몸메, 남부 해변 Galardo Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo 시동을 걸어, Nardo처럼 부르르거리지 Women if you love me, please let me know 나를 사랑하는 여자들, 빨리 말해줘 Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throw 목 주위에 넝마를 두르고, 우리가 던지는 노래를 익혀둬 These are the days of our lifes 이게 우리들의 삶 And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive 팬들에겐 미안하지만 여전히 바보들은 음악을 제대로 하질 않아 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 [Pharrell] I know what you thinkin why I call you me too 아마 넌 왜 널 보고 '나도'라고 부르는지 궁금할거야 Cause everything I say, I got you sayin me too 내 말에 니 대답이 모조리 '나도'이니까 I say I got a benz so you said me too 내가 Benz가 있대도 니 대답은 '나도' You hangin out the window so they can see you 창문을 열고 밖을 보네, 사람들이 널 보도록 But you ain't hangin out the window when you in that G2 하지만 G2나, G3, G4를 타면 그렇게 창문을 Or that G3 or G4 like we do 열고 드라이브는 못해 Star Trak, clipse come on Star Trak, Clipse, 이리 와 [Malice] Wanna know the time? Better clock us 시간을 알고 싶어? 우리를 확인해 Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches 사람들은 신발에서 시계까지 우리 스타일을 베끼지 We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas 구름을 뛰어다니듯, 갱스터처럼 맞춤옷을 입고 Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers 약들을 잘게 나눠서 사탕처럼 팔아먹어 Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya 누가 우릴 막아? 네게는 기회 하나 없어 Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Re-Up으로 거칠게, 우린 거리의 곡예사 Ivory White, yeah that's the same color 상아빛, 흰색, 그래 같은 색의 Of the Zord the, best believe it's the mullenor Zord, mullenor(?)라는 걸 믿는게 좋을거야 *Zord - Power Ranger 시리즈 중.. Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers 포로는 없다, 래퍼들은 전부다 속삭일뿐 Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us 우릴 언급하면 니 침이 목에 걸려 켁켁 거릴걸 Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin 샴페인 코르크마개, 운동화는 Louis Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan 여자들은 내 배와 Charles Jordan 옆에 Cop the chrome and touch grey caponent 총을 챙기고 회색 caponent(?)도 함께 Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it? 바닥에는 밍크, 보니까 달아오르지 않아? You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it 내가 얼마나 썼을지 넌 진짜 모를걸 Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment 내일은 약속되지 않았기에, 우린 순간을 위해 살아 [Pusha T] I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 |
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(Intro)
Yo what up ma, I got a pocket full of stinkies, let's go spin these right quick. What's that? (Chorus) All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money) All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money) All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money) Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money) Now let's go shopping, let's go chill (dirty money, dirty money) Let's go buy the new Louis Vuitton heels (dirty money, dirty money) Ass full in La Perla, ears full of pearls (dirty money, dirty money) Damn dirty money know how to keep the girls (dirty money, dirty money) (Verse 1) Give a litte, take a little Ma check the dilly Most niggas is will-nots YOu're dealin' with a will-y 3D Faces on them crisp new billies Got Benji lookin' all googly-eyed and silly The glitter chill got your mind seein' milly-mills From seven-figure to bigger, you thought see little real See I don't blame you, cashmere is what you feel Picturin' the fortune, you just tryin' to spin the wheel Brain like Terry, face like Eva I ain't forgettin' them other housewives neither Two-seaters, back of the trunk Two fevers Stayin' up till 2AM to watch Cheaters Long as I'm nice with the flame and the flask I don't mind keeping you up on the must-haves Peep-toe pumps, Gucci slouch-bag Now tell me is that dirty money really that bad? (Chorus) (Verse 2) We could trick tuition, you could be the vixen You could front for your girlfriends, I ain't trippin' You done got you a rapper, I see your vision And one of the best too, that's ambition You could tell me 'bout your day, I pretend I'll listen And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincing I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff and that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch Nah, mama, hush, you ain't even gotta speak Just put it on your charge, check makes your feet Compliments of me, take the bitter with the sweet And we can get this money like it's fallin' outta tree Uh, come spend a dollar, yeah, bathe in it, wallow Seventeen-five for the low, tell 'em holla Love you in the Scotta Jimney two Prada Snow White's your life, how's that for starters? (Chorus) (Verse 3) To my fly ghetto bitches with the hairshop talk Braggin' to their hairdresser 'bout that shit he bought To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk Who ain't tryin' to hear nothin' if you don't ride Porsche To my get money niggas gettin' paper for sure Trickin' grands up in Louis for the love of the sport I tell ya, get money money take money money, uh Dope money money's great money money, what? Before I bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker By no means am I in love with a stripper You understand that then you fit in the glass slipper Travel abroad, sittin' in G4s Changing the weather, when it rains, it pours And your crib is adjoined with French doors You ride for your boy, then anything is yours (Chorus) |
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[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say "Lookout World I'm on my way!" [Verse 1: Pusha T] I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wrote See, I was 16, eyes full of hope Bagging up grams at the higher dough The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohhh!) At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama Fuckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama I found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+ "Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its me Make a€?em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be Sippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free Ocean in my backyard where its s'posta be Funny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta be They think I'm cuter in jail But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Malice)] Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming (Yeah!) "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say (From my hood to say) "Lookout World I'm on my way!" [Verse 2: Malice] This goes out to my Hyalites that hang out on them corners Who rock Air Nike's, hustlers' way of life In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds Pumpin that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze Who stay cookin, stay lookin, over they shoulders Holdin them boulders, tryin to avoid central booking I ain't coming at a€?cha quote, unquote "Famous Rapper" Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live But this information I must pass to the homies If hustling is a must be Sosa, not Tony We can all shine; I want your wrist lit like mine Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine Foreign cars, stick shift,6 gears like mine Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say "Lookout World I'm on my way!" [Man talking:] Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, from downtown Norfolk. Just want y'all to know its about time For us to come up and make a change man. They keep tryin to keep us down, but that ain't the way to be man. Its about time for us to get it together man. Ery'body else get they shit together Why the niggaz can't get they shit together, and get they money together? Hustlers come together with hustlers Know what I'm sayin? This ain't just for the playas in VA... This for playas all over the world! This Grinding! [Verse 3: Pusha T] Times-a-wasting, niggaz doin so much hatin Free ya heart, and show ya greatness I, like you, had to come from up under the basement Just like you, had Satan tryin my patience Still you look at me through jealous eyes I wish to see all my niggaz rise up! Get that money, put them 9s up Piggy-back out the ghetto a€?for times up! Niggaz rush! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say "Lookout World I'm on my way!" |
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(Chorus: Pusha T)
KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Verse 1: Pusha T) EEYUCK! Make ya skin crawl Press one button, let the wind fall Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers! The mind of a KILO shopper Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla! Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar Now ho folla', this is my +GHETTO STORY+ Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired Its crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote Bitch never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your child At you make believe rappers I smile! HA! Canal Streetin' my style, like you internet sharing my files You +My Space+ niggaz! So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin on sarafin Royalty check nigga, I never been! Coke money clean through Merill Lynch Accountant just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!) Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya! Now get the fuck off! (Chorus: Pusha T) KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Yeah) (Check it!) KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Verse 2: Malice) Throw it on the scale, feed ya God damn self Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No) Word on the street is you gon love how it melt And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself! I yell Re-Up til I'm locked like Ma-Mia And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria Keep on toys, you gon know us when you see us Living street tales worthy of Don Divas KIs in the floor, mistress in Dior Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord Its just what I get, its the roses of war Fuck the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's Cheers to the future as we toast to life Im pre-gaming Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga! The cars is big, the cribs is bigger The kids are happy, the perfect picture Gem Star razor, the fruit of my labor And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor These bitches fake like the hoes on +Flavor+ But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper! Yes! (Chorus: Pusha T) KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors ... ... KIs open doors KIs, KIs, open doors |
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[Chorus:]
I got jeweels, plus wheels Pullin up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels And she feelin around for them pills Bitch I'm trill, Bitch I'm so trill Nigga I'm trill, Nigga I'm so trill I got, my steel, I'll peel Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels and she feeling around for them pills Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill [Pusha T:] G's up, rev them V's up Federali's trying to reach us to keep us Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches X and Os, tick-tack-toes Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos Pusha in that Bentley, G-T-Oh No Flow chameleon, worth bout a million Sell bolivian, Feds in oblivion Bitch Brazilian, purse reptillian Took her from far off island like Gilligan [Chorus] [Malice:] It's me ma, you ain't dreamin Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing So real that hon' ain't believin Out my bracelet she can't make rhyme or reason Soon as you get your heart involved That's when I fall back love, au revoir So international, French Riviera Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera Who cares when these fools talk Don't mean jack til that tool gotta talk Icy wrists help me to cool off And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk Reminds me of how I applied myself And why I now ride with Tiptronic help Bankroll on overload I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill [Chorus] [Pusha T:] So many different things make me trill Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill Maybe how my way with words make me mills Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales Young, restless, talk so reckless Two hundred thousand up in my necklace Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch I ain't mention the Rolly red-neck like Texas [Malice:] To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya Even let 'em cheat from my paper Why does wealth make them hate me And make chicks hearts so achy breaky Rarely do I toot my own horn But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back [Chorus] |
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Chorus:
I'm at your door Your eyes are like "Why are you here?" Judging by my steel I got something to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears In front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ka-ka-ka-kat! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ka-ka-ka-kat! Mask on face, glock in hand I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man Never listened to my parents like an orphan, man Strong finger on trigger like it's in corpses' hands Confiscate goodies like Repo-Man Sam Make nigga kick that can Fall victim to the click clack clan My bitch sick, eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man my wish her command, uh! ADT's ain't stop me Simple like ABC's Snip, cut, yank, just as easy as 1,2,3 Breaking and entry, so elementary Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do Give up the cash before I turn you Cookie Monster blue |
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[Chorus: Bilal]
I'm having nightmares...ooohhh My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid.. I'm having nightmares...ooohhh My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid.. [Bilal:] I'm waking up in the middle of the night My heart beats' pumping like something ain't right Oh whats goin on... When I go outside I feel something behind me I'm looking back, but nothing's around me Oh whats goin on.. Man I don't know, what am I trippin on Theirs something in the room, its lerking in the shadow Staring through the darkness.....man I don't know These four walls are closing in, these voices ain't my friend Their haunting me, those, those memories [Chorus] [Malice:] Yea, They coming for me, they running up I'm on my balcony, seeing through the eyes of Tony They say we homies, but I see hatred Do not they know brotherly-love is sacred Niggaz catch feelings, even contemplate killings When you see millions, their are many chamillions Your not a gunna, for real, your just a runna Haters I spot you from a far, and I'm the deer hunter They be thinking nice car, nice crib I be thinking, how long will these niggaz let me live I understand, cause people need things And they will take it from you, and take you from your seedlings So even with the mumble is talk, I still walk the most humblest walk And one day, they may even catch up with me man But til then, I'm Leonardo, Catch Me If You Can [Chorus] [Bilal:] Look over your shoulder, something is near And I'm so scared, when I'm alone I'm so scared Now it's inching closer, trouble is near But nothing's there, when I look nothing's there I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but.. Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide.. I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but.. Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide .. [Pusha T:] I make big money, drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star Virginia nights, sellin hard white To sellin out shows, every gangsta love my flow Still I creep low, thinking niggaz trying to harm me Hoping my karma ain't coming back here to haunt me Was it that nigga, I took his powder with a smile Praying to Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit I pilt niggaz girls back like Alphahydroxie Spent money like Happy Days, I'm the real Fonzy Top off the coupe, thats how JFK got shot B, Can't let niggaz roll up beside me, and 2Pac me Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely Check up on my block, weekly, my health yearly Somethings wrong with me, niggaz don't get along with me Got a 4-4, hope ya body got strong kidneys..oh! [Chorus] |
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