IRC-Galleria

I remmesin all that time we share
so many nights, fight, you broke into tears

maan instead all dat fightin and tears
you shoul show more passion and care



you should do excacly what i tell you do
you mad at me,

Im a thoro nigga, n-i-g-g-a,
your nigga for life, mothafucking that B.G.A

I love hoes, money and ricthes, nasty bitches

you ask me if i ever chance
I dont know, maybe so, time will tell
I not ready for comminet, im good on my own

afters jail, give you calI, baby Im home
it feel good to have women on your own
but it stress, if you and your girl aint get alone

all that jeoulesy questin, boo it kill me
askin me where i fuck I be,
comin home tree in mornin, fuck up B
you should a know if i aint home, ten lock up G
kickin with my homiez all night,

fresh smell out the kitchen, cockin beams n chicken
I love comin home ,, when house smell like barbie Q
you keep the house clean, and my sneaker all settle
fresh clocths, and clean dishis
I presiate things you do, and the love you share


nigga messace girl
dats nice



I tryina do what the man do, and thats lovin you
but it hard cause im thug, i dont know what lovin do

undes

Chorus:1
money in my mind, and I runnin all day
Gotta get this money cause the time dont wait
eather stay broke or Im a stay paid, ay ay I gotta fine a way

money in my mind, and I runnin all day
Gotta get this money cause the time dont wait
eather stay broke or Im a stay paid, ay ay I gotta fine a way

Chorus:2
lotta mad things going on life,
and sumtimes i dont even know if im going on (right)
I LIVE FAST, cause i wont live twice
but i rather blow dice and Im going on (lights)

lotta mad things going on life,
and sumtimes i dont even know if im going on (right)
I LIVE FAST, cause i wont live twice
but i rather blow dice and Im going on (lights)



I gotta voices in my head, tellin me to steal
and another voice in my head, tellin me to chill
see i dont who to trust to, the weeks or survivor
the wrong or the right dude, song or the tittle<
coran or the bible, simi or the rifle
my boss or my right dude, my nigga or wife do
cause niggas gonna hate, forever dat I do


and nigga gonna bloc, forever dat I choose
dat how it is, when you comin out the hood
success is no good, and niggas aint no rules
bitchez they all cool when they know you got doe
niggaz shaw lotta respect when they know gotta flow
keep your eyez on ya money, and money in yall mind
cause you wake up broke, and runnin out the time


is a like sping, when I runnin on the lane
got me chasin this money, like dats a only thing
nigga I want it all, what the money can bring
cause im too dark nigga, i gotta do the bling
comin out the spot light, and do the swing

windows side,

Im so comited in this money, I keep my income tight,
watch the, food rice like indo price
time is hard, gotta sling dat white
bring dat knife,
buck niggas, knock niggas like kimbo slice
guarentee see the fish, if i dont get my cut
rather do the wild out, if i dont get my bucks
money is crucial, for niggas dat dont have it
crab it, dat right im runnin like rabbit,
runnin all day like atchilc
runnin like bolt..






the belt or th tittle

its all started it from restaraunt night, met u at the bard
you was dancin on the table, lookin just like my kind
so flexibul and fine so I tryined to make u a mind
but you was way too drunk, didnt slow with the wine
and all i ask u just gimme little time
but u was actin too diva, though i really need yall
cause i couldnt fine em words n i was sweetyin like fever
and its not be cause you ma, its just be cause them chibas
because i havent smoke for days and i really need weed
and i wonder, do you come home with me
no under im straight, i just wanna fuck
plus i know u dont like them catch dats tryina stuck
so hallo back and tell me whats up
cause time means money and my money means time
so if you tryina have games, you go waist his instead mine

Chorus: I gave you lot of time, lot of kiss, lota promises
we never shouldnt part but i could see it comin
time in relationship when every day aint romance
then get to that moment when i gotta be honest

i dont know..to loove yoouu
cause all i want...is fuck you

Chorus:
when I die will they amount me
when I die will they cry


I wake up cold sweetin, hearth beats like tempo
arms sweetin on the late night, quest i need indo
i starin at my life thrue the soul like window
i can feel death in the air like wind blow
room so quit like into, is in pose
so many questin in my mind, i need info
why niggas betray, behave like they in close
for dat dead presidents, they can do you like lincom
betray and kill you, and come to your funural
but they aint know dat pain in your moms aint no minumal
i lost my brother around the way, so been it too
tears drops, close casket, and hate is in you
I can see the vision of my memory, at seremoni
surround enemies and freinds dat looks worried
tellin my moms dat they sorry, showin glory
on their all black sue, black hats n black shoe
but there is only few, who trully knew, dat true me
and when i die my kids gone live, thrue me
I show the whole world dat i finnily find peace
cause when i die


Now picture me dead nice sue and nice coffin
sueside thoahs, remouse I think often
trap in the padde room, i feel like the ghost in
i cant keep the hoes off me
henny got me realese tears,and speak open

streets spoken, they heard i died
but I dont see no body amount or cry
except my moms, when she pray late night
wish the lord bless my life, and i be alright
and hope the god bring me home, from steerts alive
cause she know onthe street is survive
do or die on the projent, slingin a pipe

maybe i die young and rich and big bossin
maybe i die young on the streets and not flossin
maybe i die old and broke and still toastin
smokin on sum kuts and juice, and breath softy
i tryina change my life around but the streets cuffed me
like drugs they call me


niggas like pcker player and frends they seems pluffin


rainy days painy ways like marry jay

niggas starvin
niggas wonder, whats going on like marvin


target my pops and my moms still argin
b mother, mu maint lover still budgin
my young niggas wild still thuggin
niggas started to sling ra and packs tryina lug in
beess and sweet talkin

To beat niggas to the hospital is part of a war path
Hunt nigga down, for that swaggering cash,
And for dat property, I be the napo-leon nigga
Think is a mockery, charts this niggas, like is lottery
Coming with the revenues, clean this nigga properly
Recovery, proceed his G´s, and his company
Think this is just job to me, found out, is a robbery
The Processes wonÂ’t be minimal, see IÂ’m criminal
Way before this rap shit, both, and this stack shit
I used to doing taxes, run up on them Mac spit
Torture on niggas, bring that pain to the maxim
Shit deep, when we approach, when we come out side,
Niggas lie for that money, we donÂ’t come out smile
and they cry, when they see us, come out wild
but they aint never see us die, when we come out ride
Zany is a monster, animal without conscience nigga
I catch them niggas concert, ducking a trigger
talk hard but they soft, till they find out cold
life is precious then diamonds, jewers and cold
niggas shaw no love, when the heart turn cold
And for that money nigga, even heart turns cold
lotta mans turn evil for dat valible doe
some niggas kill whole family for dat sueside doe
living life in this cold worlds, shall I live
should I ride with my niggas, or ride for my kids
I donÂ’t know if I die, would god forgive
all them sins that I made, all that bad I did
I only remember them words, dat my pops told me
get up your ass in the school if you plan to be rich
and when this money quick, can trust this pricks
I never understood the message, till I find out quick
these niggas slick, turn around they fuck your bitch
1996 click, when we first time mix
Me, chillo, Jp, supply them spliffs
Used this bitchez as money earn, coping them bricks
many friends turn into greedy, started coping them kicks
All them profit they earned, got flown out vegas
loose they money, got mad, started to throw at table
Getter Advance, another brick, money blow out Laker
Lost they money, and they family, now they turn out haters
Time up, guns lucking nigga, we want our papers
Fuck mercy, no grace, see we done do favors
we donÂ’t give fuck, even is, Easter or holiday
we will catch you, driving on the high way
Think u pretty, u handsome, I put dat smile away
We living inda small world, you shouldnÂ’t run out away
you think safe on this streets, but we fine you pray
at beutyful day, catch you coming my way
tryina wave them Po Pos, like ist ok
nigga I got fo fo, nigga is okay

you got money, four letters, I suggest u pay
cause if you donÂ’t, watch your face turn a blood shot red
this shit bonified, fuck around eith cops and feds

I pray for the angels, and I call for a devil, hope there is no place inda hell for a revel
right hand on the bible, left hand on the rifle, four fingger on the trigger
Im a dangerou ass nigga, even they lock me down, gimme 25 or life
I still be a treat in the darkest night because Im a hard head nigga
since a baby knucle, I choosed the fast life and hustle, nice cars and msutle
pocket full of cash bundles, SIM full of girls number, both hand on that gun do
just incase this niggas wanna rumble, Ima cocky nigga also Im a humble
cause without god I wouldnt be alive so I thank my lord that im still rider
with them horses out and niggas cant stop my speed cause the force is out
and when come thrue hit them streets Air force is out...Black Kings...we are the Dope-Boys of the year....we got them porces out niiiggaas

Its M.O.B when we ride, four niggas with pride, Congo mafia dont die, only afro niggas multhply, no time for gettin high, see my times means pie, your time dont fly, my rhyme dont lie , and my guns speak russia, my knife speak haitian, mafioso, italy, my money speak asian, my revence is like osama, put a hole with them lamas, theres only one word drama,.. zany Im a treat, a problem, a issue you cant solve me because when we snap is wrap, no mercy when we attack, so please get back..get back..get back..get back...and BOOM!!! I told you mothafuckers...Black King Immortal

Whats the different betwin niggas and bitches, see em both gets greedy when is comes to to ritches
and whats different betwin niggas and hoes, see em both cant be trust like a man that been snitchin, now u can see that man inda kitchen working 12 hour in day and u can see that man in kitchen cockin crack and YAY, now whitch one live longer naf whitch on get pay but I see em both as a hustle no matter what you say, see theres two type of people inda world, there niggas that try and niggas that dont, so you cant tell me that I wont make out the hood less I ball like kobie or rap like Jay, there is getta away even for those nigga that dont pray, it was writting like nas sec album and mooses first book, Genesis, I will distroy all my enemies and lead my people to the brighter day

chorus
I heard she fuckin like a porno star, porno star
I heard she fuckin like a porno star, porno star
I heard she fuckin like a porno star, porno star
yea, when I met her first time she had nice jeans on, nikes on
and white T on

she gave me eye contac

I told a bitch that Im love with my baby momma
then she turn around, tryina breakin down the drama
still she tryina hop up on nigga like she wanna ride me
wanna go ruff on a nigga like karate

every nigga was lookin at, starin at
maybe i can marrie her,
nah
she wanna get down with that nigga DICK
she wanna nigga QUICK
she wanna fucka nigga, sucka nigga like a porno FLICK
she a porno CHICK, (CHICK)
she wanna be a part of CLICK, wanna be a part of WIP, wanna party with the cLICK

I met u more than once and twise, first time u wasent nice,
mayde it was because the night, maybe it just because i aint the right,
maybe its just because is aint the time, maybe we just not meant to find,
maybe we just not meant to shine, this girl is sexy, jamacan fine,
maybe we can just makes sum time, book a table or take sum wine,
maybe u just wait for sight, maybe u just aint that kind, fuck first then hate and wind
or maybe u just not a meant to fine, maybe we just cant mate and rhyme
but you´r the girl thats change my mind, for you baby Ima raised the nine
chase em them things u praise and mind, nice shoes, new brace and dime
hot shoes with paintin line, nice coupe with paint thats bright
ice smooth like my paper right, you know I keep my paper tight
but i aint tryina brag and floss, get down with blacks because
H-town is full of Macs and frogs, hate now if ur cash dont talk
laid dow when my gat let off, pay now if your ass want walk
say now if your ass gone talk,