yea haha its ya boy j rock, wise up mitchy, real niggas on this one, we paid our dues dog, we aint got shit to prove know what im talking bout, lets get this money dog make a way for our young niggaz
look mama ya baby made it that pen and that pad got me swervin out of that lot in a Jag, I did dirt in the past thats why im strapped in the jag, fuck a stash box its on my lap when i pass, i was 17 when i was hustlin dope, wasnt hustlin flow nigga i was shoveling snow gangbanging caine slangin i was determined to blow refused to be a statistic hangin in front of a stove look runnin from narcs punchin out on the marks took fades for the hood there was no bitch in my heart bust head with the 2 if u was dissin the set hit yo block after hours with them choppers and techs look i paid dues but im still going hard for my homies in the pen that got life behind bars whoever thought that id make it this far no one i prove em wrong nigga you hear the song listen
i done paid so many dues to the set there should be a statue of me in front of babe say this the projects been around since the homies turnin the red flag to green sewing shit about bein a blood i aint seen no big bros or relatives named after no one i got in the hard way i had to get on sum i paid my dues to make it like a homegirl that would rather get naked then scrap for initiation in my case it was clackin for graduation no askin or negotiating if its crackin im decapitating no exaggeration if he says slicks fabricating tell him put it on his set once it blows then you know hes hating cuz i can put it on the LPB’s that i done pumped enemies full of two two threes did everything it took to be a G crash test dummies paid my D-U-Es
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yea haha its ya boy j rock, wise up mitchy, real niggas on this one, we paid our dues dog, we aint got shit to prove know what im talking bout, lets get this money dog make a way for our young niggaz
look mama ya baby made it that pen and that pad got me swervin out of that lot in a Jag, I did dirt in the past thats why im strapped in the jag, fuck a stash box its on my lap when i pass, i was 17 when i was hustlin dope, wasnt hustlin flow nigga i was shoveling snow gangbanging caine slangin i was determined to blow refused to be a statistic hangin in front of a stove look runnin from narcs punchin out on the marks took fades for the hood there was no bitch in my heart bust head with the 2 if u was dissin the set hit yo block after hours with them choppers and techs look i paid dues but im still going hard for my homies in the pen that got life behind bars whoever thought that id make it this far no one i prove em wrong nigga you hear the song listen
i done paid so many dues to the set there should be a statue of me in front of babe say this the projects been around since the homies turnin the red flag to green sewing shit about bein a blood i aint seen no big bros or relatives named after no one i got in the hard way i had to get on sum i paid my dues to make it like a homegirl that would rather get naked then scrap for initiation in my case it was clackin for graduation no askin or negotiating if its crackin im decapitating no exaggeration if he says slicks fabricating tell him put it on his set once it blows then you know hes hating cuz i can put it on the LPB’s that i done pumped enemies full of two two threes did everything it took to be a G crash test dummies paid my D-U-Es
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