nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause Im so stressed and all i here is "fuck tha world" [2x] [verse 1
CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS) TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS) DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?! [Verse 1: Cam
hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1
{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy What's the problem shorty? Yeah whattup man I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man I'm tryin' to lock
my crib with some gym shorts and a hoody Talking to my nig on the celly smoking a philly Sipping on a fifth of that oil cognac henny A hundred wall on them bricks
Carter 2 She Movin Like The Carter 1 like The Carter 3 Is Comin Out 2morrow young Carter Be Stuntin Like Its Foreign understand That The Money Got Longer When The Group Got Shorter
getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1
rips that / & i can flip back / to that night at the kit kat / when un & jay had they little tif af / forget that / sorry short 'un' lance / i'm just
[Hook] X4 I'm the realest the realest nigga the realest nigga [Verse 1] I-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking I got something
cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Verse 1: Mr. Mr. & (Boobonic) Yo, I'm two short of a brick, you two wit' me? (I got two O's and I'm bringin' two hoes wit' me) Look, don't bullshit
[1] - I'm going to the valley el valle por halle I know a place on the Boystown its trip Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons Down in
, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style [Verse 2:] Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag BABY You come short, I'm a bust
blow, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style [verse 2:] Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag baby You come short, I'm a bust
gettin' loaded nigga, no time for fuckin' up I'm breakin' niggaz of with bricks from hustlers The hood done changed 'cause niggaz is comin' up Ya short
them O's on stop smoking. Beep beep, phone call nigga you joking on MI, NY, A-Town, East Oakland. Just counted, they too short, no words like 2 short
[Verse 1] I remember back in Grade school When I was trying to date you Love tops back and forth And ooh I used to hate you My name, your name, sitting
trap 1-5 on the ruler but now im droppin off like im down wit the Cubans Straight A grad in the Hard Knock Schoolin Intern work year round brick movin