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Rocafella's the army kid
Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant
We got fridges for the
Taliban load attire man
Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up
Get wet up,
I been fresh since a little one *****
I schoolThe others travel from the little gun force one's
See my rocket's set, speak my name and
I **** it wet
How can I forget see the game she the same
I tried to get back in grats hey
Man them *****es bought the gift and the curse and heard
The verse off the track hey, *****es please same
C won't gas me
Your boy's classy for those who don't know
ChrisHe like hypnotics mixed with
Henney he's ferocious
Toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to
Open fire on any ***** that approach us
****ing roaches most of my *****s from the pro-jects40-o-ez **** a moette, mo' money mo' ***, no more stress
And for the cut
I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies
Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers
And memories and that's real, press my hand and see if my
Cards reveal, had to see some of the hardest squeal, ya'll guard ya grill
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how
I rollRound a whole lot of *****s, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz
I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they *****s, yeah, leave wit a *****, yeah
They like oh that's that young ***** that
Sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl
I gotta roll it up, they be like *****
You can get it long as you old enough
Block killin' me, yeah *****,
I can tell you why these thugs ride
Tell you why these thugs die and to the day of my demise
I'm blowing,
I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till'
I come in off this high
Till these polies appahend me, till these *****s still to me
I'm doing me
I'm running crazy through the city with the two and letting my thing
Quake on these noonies for even think that they can do me dirty
I'm nine cluching on the west side of
Philly exchanging my war
Story with all of my little homies playing the
MOBWho just refuse to get a job so they back
And forth in and out of these correctional facilities
I'm getting phone calls from him every week, laughing
Talking 'bout how the whole block feeling me
And how when he coming home he ride for me
See that used to be me so
I feel him
I got love
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how
I rollRound a whole lot of *****s, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz
I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they *****s, yeah, leave wit a *****, yeah
They like oh that's that young ***** that sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl
I gotta roll it up, they be like *****
You can get it long as you old enough
Yo same o' same o' they want me to work more
Just a year ago they ain't give **** 'bout, bot
As far as the bank you can't get a penny up out yours
So don't tell me **** about family, we starvin'
You helped me stay in this group,
I beg your pardon
I started this before
Chris ***** don't forget
Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips
Swelling on the past there's no telling if
I'm blastPut it back in bags still selling to the mass
You move fast might crash, so
I move at my own pace
Ain't no love loss 'cause
I got my own taste
You don't put no working hands off my plate
To me that **** is snake, them referreds tell me sleep safe
But wait, you *****s cake we don't need no fifths
My *****s wiring up the ****
While we tieing up the strip
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how
I rollRound a whole lot of *****s, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz
I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they *****s, yeah, leave wit a *****, yeah
They like oh that's that young ***** that sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl
I gotta roll it up, they be like *****
You can get it long as you old enough
Exclusive ***** take it how you want it man
Take it from the gunners ememies won't dispute us
They liking heat like in bermuta,
I mack a broad out in cuba
Touch ya boss then recruit cha
Neva lost ain't a loser, been all around the world wit my *****
Jigga ya'll chicken scoopers plenty of times
She ain't getting a penny of mine
I turn your buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot
That one block still a envy of mine, like
I ain't come from the same
I can't run from the pain *****, and
I ain't run from a thing home
They act a fool when they get hot,
I turn the sun into rain though
Something the game lost another one to the game
From when bodies drop nuttin ashame
Just a big payback boy ya
Handguns'll bring the big
K's backAnd spray back about a hundred and change
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how
I rollRound a whole lot of *****s, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz
I'm sick with the flows
Mamis leaving they *****s, yeah, leave wit a *****, yeah
They like oh that's that young ***** that
Sigel be with, yeah
I think he ready ohh girl
I gotta roll it up, they be like *****
You can get it long as you old enough
You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame
Since I was young and if
I want it
I claim and
I got that
*****s start blobbin' off names where my block at
So I got a spot in the game off my profit
And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get
Soon to be legends
Roc-A-Fella's the label property's
The crew that
I'm reppin', two in possession like
Who wanna test us huh?
You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame
Since I was young and if
I want it
I claim and
I got that
*****s start blobbin' off names where my block at
So I got a spot in the game off my profit
And I lock that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get
Soon to be legends
Roc-A-Fella's the label property's
The crew that
I'm reppin', two in possession like
Who wanna test us huh?
Nucca what?
Wa?
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