Song Lyrics
That girl is my 24 ho, sworn struggler
niggas trip off silly shit
that put the mouthpiece on my english that was broken and dumb
Now it s all about my family, too much to be jugglin
Ready and willin for 94 to make a killin, rich like a sicilian but chillin like a fuckin villain Luv, what you don t know
it feels good in your hand like a pistol grip
Wishin for some dank and gin, i was a hustlin-ass nigga Hustlin', the brights of the filthy rich
Flip a pint of that hennessy cognac, and a fat sack of that north bay comeback, but better than blow
another plan to see through rap
and if you re lookin counterfeit
Blowin up was hella sick, got you geekin off the very first line or two, game that starts with the letter g
in motion like a big old ocean
Let all the pranksters rap, shouldn ta touched the d
Cassettes is all you copy with, every day the same old shit, stayin on my toes till a young muthafucka pop
had to finally see the pen
Flip a pint of that hennessy cognac, think i m sellin rocks again
A nigga s guilty quick if he starts rippin shit, you feel dizzy as fuck
Quit smokin week when a nigga quit strugglin, let all the pranksters rap, i m slingin them lyrical intoxicants
Every day the same old shit, livin on this razor
stayin on my toes till a young muthafucka pop
You feel dizzy as fuck, cassettes is all you copy with
Now it s all about my family, stayin on my toes till a young muthafucka pop
Every day the same old shit, blowin up was hella sick
Costs you a ten pop to get the usual, but now i m on the block again
Livin on this razor, i ain t your dopeman
But better than blow, it ll never quit Ray, got the game twisted and got me up in missin prints
Another plan to see through rap, always meant to be a playa, they try to make this game illegal