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CanÂ’t keep good man down, I coming for head belt watch you crow
See when IÂ’m around, yo them niggas be like whatÂ’s up now
And when IÂ’m down, them same niggas be like, fuck you blood
But IÂ’m a nigga from a hood, I know how business run
Catch them niggas at your spot, with your face on that gun
Oh yall niggas trying a sneak, aight take off, run
Niggas coming at your crib and put heat on your son
Niggas smoke you for that money, like ounce in the day
Trying a take whatÂ’s mine, and then pounce away
Get you eat your tongue for that shit you say
Get you drown in your own blood for that shit you play
Disappear like that sun light, this is what I said
Niggas call me tax man when I come for that head
I catch niggas in the club like, give my bread
But you how the shit gets, niggas get beat or dead
Only god is merciless, IÂ’m a hit you now
Take debt from a nigga, IÂ’m a get you crow
When is come for that money, I will hunt you down
Lord Jesus wonÂ’t save you, * you fuck up now *
Should thought about that nigga, when you cross that line
Should thought about that your life, when you took whatÂ’s mine

They say, Knowledge is power, life is breath
CanÂ’t guarantee there will be life after death
And when the judgement day come, yea none of us gone left
Yea, we all gone die, is a matter about the time
Cause seems like the time is tickin, and my mind trickin,
Trying get sight like kanye with rhymes I kicking,
Trying make the whole world understand, them lines I speaking
My homie died last summer, my minds different
IÂ’m on the different shit now because the grind is different
I work with rhymes now because the time is different
Mama used to cock rise and chicken, giving advice and teaching
but hardhead nigga didnÂ’t take advice and listen
me and my brother used to have fight in kitchen
Used to destroy the house, Pulling knife out the kitchen
Listen, when I eventually die, donÂ’t worry about me
make sure my moma get that pay check and bury me G
I aint worry, when I die niggas will tell hell of a story about me
donÂ’t know what the life after death gone be
Quest its cant get worsted than life they was givin me
So many good homies die, loosin life in the street
we shooting dice tryina eat

When IÂ’m pimping in this bitch, niggas know truth
And when is come to rap game, niggas call me both
My punch lines is like whoop, leave you out your toots
If yall niggas drama, aight start filled them uz
IÂ’m smooth like that oil that you put in your womb
Not like that bullet that been sitting in your doom
I talk about that door on your room, when I kick it boom
Drag your monkey ass out the house, yeah back to the zoom
Ma that ass, make my eyes wild like camera zoom
IÂ’m in the Benz with bitches and my niggas in sue,
See most my friends they flue, make tapes like clue
IÂ’m not talk about that tape, that you listing to
I talk about that tape, where girls get physical too
Good girls turn naughty like vivica new
while I sipping at my juice, kicking with crew
Zany and N.I.C, what more can say, yea Helsinki

When time gets hard bitch , cock that crack
Is like niggas in the yard, tryina get your back
I blow treats in the studio, and hit that track
Got no time for that bullshit, so I speak that fact
And lay back in the coupe and sip that jack
They said em things go ring but the Mac goes bbrraatt
And niggas gone sing, if we think they rats
Cuz aint worst niggas out there than snitch and snakes
I give mami some dick, and she feat me cake
Streets need me under em hoods, like wheels needs breaks
And they fell me in the hood like brick and lace
And that coke so good, you wonÂ’t fell your face
You might die overdoes, if you fill the base
But I donÂ’t give a shit nigga; take my bills to Jake
And cope the brace, watch them cops rush the place
And if niggas donÂ’t know you, they gone bust your face

whats beef? beef is when yall niggas start hidin from a street
beef is twhen your life aint sweet,
beef is when your heart started beat
beef is when I you, paranoid when I see you

Ma, I can hear your sound when you sing
I aint no clown or fin, Ima down for team
No trouble, no mean, just come for a drink, Ma
I grind for that cream, just looking for queen
Smoking pounds of that green, I got thousand of a dream
I know what you think, I might sounds like him
Holding crown like a king, just think
We can mix chocolate and a cream like that collar on your skin
Or we can fall apart like them flowers in the spring
Or we hit the mall and spending dollars for them jeans
but baby I just trying a taste that honey in your jean
And I aint tryin a be a mean, just telling you my pen
Maybe we can sin like Adam and an Eve
and if we never get together then its gotta be sum sweet
so we gotta be a sweet, just hallo at me peeps
yea Jay and D word, army and G
and you can bet for ya dollar when you see me
Im on the streets

As money come in, niggas change to change
Rappers get real funny, started changing names
Like freakloy, luminate, boy mike and cheddar
Yea yall look all nice but your wife look better
I shoot dice like pistols; take your life for ever
And In street smart, niggas know IÂ’m wise and cleaver
I rip that juice out your neck like slice of cheddar
Whatever, I trying a put my life together
See, I going through some storm like my life is weather
Like rain, health, sleet and snow
Niggas know when I let em go, its hell for show
And my flow keep them block hot like five O sirens
My attitude is Gangster, nigga IÂ’m totally violence
Like machine guns, I leave your homies totally silence
Helsinki street knowledge, all my homies wildest,
Homicide call niggas like telephone both
IÂ’m the one who slap Brandon, thatÂ’s a hell of a proof
And when the deaf come, donÂ’t worry about your enemies, son
Keep your eye on your people, and roll with your gun

IÂ’m the next worst thing since guns and trigger
Aint nuttin change homeboy, except them guns is bigger
plus IÂ’m nice as jigga, roofless car and license nigga
and my bitches going gangster like remy martin and rah digga,
you aint no Jamaican like marley, stop callin Jah my nigga
I work in the both with different rappers like rap city tigger
so I quest they figga they know IÂ’m big time nigga
big dimes with juice, fuck the shool like big drips nigga
Ima big lips nigga with them big chips like jigga
my lips sick, like sickles, niggas get sick like
I flip rhymes like pizzerias, I turn into bread
Get head in the bed, and turn white girls red
No beast rapper alive, all em best rapper are dead
new rappers change the game and start getting at bread
and mind is a terabu thing to waste, so put that shit in your head

As money come involve, niggas change for good
Sum niggas tryed to moved out, sum change the hood
From UK to BK to InglewoodÂ’s, get money is the main thing
In the hood, some brother they sell hash, sum niggas they sell food
itÂ’s all good, picture me in the Hollywood

Yo, them streets is man, just like basket ball core
Sometime trust yourself, sometime you pass the ball
And when you past the ball, make sure you aint past to foe
And get ready for a shoot through the glass and score
Whatever you do, make sure you aint trust no one
Take the safety out your gat boy, and roll with your gun

yo, mind is a terabu thing to waist
so keep my eye on my money and money in your safe
fuck the haters, all they wanna do just hate
they donÂ’t wanna see me shine, eatin this cake
they got me walkin around scare, with nine on my waist
Im on the grind hustlin hard till street is mine
thatÂ’s the case, semioto for those other that hate
catch me like paparazi takin photos out your face
Im in your resident, lookin for a dead president
the whole hood want me, like lotto ticket
and when open my mouth is like semioto speakin
Im a head nigga on charts, I make order like general dose
I make bitches wanna love me and cry like funeral dose
I tryina break bread with my niggas but paycheck is minumi cause
I get my everyday livin out the streets like criminals dose
you might just get slap tho, if you luky fam
see, My shit kick kun fu, kick ass like jackie jane
if you didnÂ’t know nigga, go ask your man
last nigga try me, I put him in the casket, fam