Somebody's burnin close to the ground I been here before,but I aint gone lay down Naw, naw you suckas, I aint gone lay down
Yo, hey yo I walks like a Pimp, spark wit this mack Click lock aint a smith you tell from this gat You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin I laser somethin I'm a predator Make me schwarzennegger something Nigga talk about a dolla aint a thing I got da blocks boilin keep oils like bobylin Move work in and out da tri-state No trouble on supply weight All bureaus five eights Yeah, I'm in and out of state I touched alot of states And yeah my plate touched alot of steaks And you crumbs can't supply a cake And cake don't make crumbs it's true Do da knowledge wait I'm try to school you to some game youngin But you knuckle head lame youngin Swear you know the game youngin Swear we move on the same train youngin You on a different track I'm the conductor yall niggas rats
Yall niggas don't realize [naw yall dont realize] What it takes to make this doe There's no mothafuckin way that I [its right in ya face] Can show you how we roll Wish yall realized [yallrealize what the fuck we do] What it takes to make this cream Things I'm makin wit my team So simple as it seems
Uhh thats gangsta for ya gangsta for ya
You niggas fuckin wit that Bake and that come back And always got a story like wait, I'ma come back Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back And those that know when they Go don't even come back My nails dirty I aint sit on my hands Scale dirty I aint sit on no grams Jail worthy got dat shit on his ass Man, hustlin all inside of me I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery Kept my luck sevens, big Fours right beside of me Nice pick six keep so hollows all beside of me In case them numbers on them balls jump around I gotta make the call to come To town and dumb around You mothafuckas betta buckle down Before I buckle down Naw nigga you can't knuckle now We past dat we on another level Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel
Yall niggas don't realize [uh uh] What it takes to make this doe There's no mothafuckin way That I [we eatin this] Can show you how we roll Wish yall realized [get a mil get afree lunch ticket or sumthin] What it takes to make this cream Things I'm makin wit my team So simple as it seems [simple junk]
I sold it all I even fucked them niggas on the dice Bucked them niggas who was nice Broke em all You used to pop willies on the block Now you pop willy on the block So where da raw My attitude like the state of missouri Can I relate to you story Nigga naw You talkin to the wrong one Nigga I'm a strong gun Yea walked in this game But I'm in it for the long run Till the lord come I'm a get it till it's all done
Yall niggas don't realize What it takes to make this doe There's no mothafuckin way that I Can show you how we roll Wish yall realized What it takes to make this cream Things I'm makin wit my team So simple as it seems
Compositores: Wilbur Gerrell Gaddis (Gerrell Gaddis), Dwight Grant (Beanie Sigel), Justin Gregory Smith (Just Blaze) ECAD: Obra #19600913