| sick tune. Lyrics : OK! I RELOADED! Chyea...you know.....it's young eaze... Get low...in the building...(yea)....we back.... MADE.....everybody ready (ready?) It's that new shit ya hear....... Yo gu...lets do it for these niggas.... "Ayo Roc-a-Fella Records, running the streets reckless get low the future, you gotta respect it" The hood still in back of me, gun still beside of me still for the street, hoe's the wanna ride with me Big print like I just hit lottery like ya'll can't see a nigga straight from poverty Be ghetto or gutter where you don't come around some dudes make records, they say they underground but I choose not to go that far cuz I was born here pa I don't gotta write bars You niggas see my scars, and you know my story I'm all for the war, I'm bout' guts and glory Them other dudes fuck with ya'll I can't do it I don't gotta sell my soul to sell music I put the beat on murda or roll a weed up put it on the street, one week watch it heat up Heavy rotation rockin' on hot nine, (Hot 97) you niggas get your money right cuz I got mind And it's.... I've been in it since nine six, before I could drive whips been focus of gettin paid, before +Coming of Age+ Niggas they understand the border became a man loyal to all my peeps this why I did for the fam Who the fuck-want-what None of you niggas Im right back cuz I aint done wit' the buisness Some niggas owe me a check, niggas owe me respect I give you good game, I told you I've been made And it's....... And I'm from ... |
