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Influenced by crime, addicted to Where I can up my chips And call me a timer I been since my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' no timin'
That's right, that's right boy start shit off
I heard a rumour I died, murdered in cold blood Pictures of me in my final stage you know cried But that was fiction, coward got the story twisted I no longer existed, mysteriously missin' Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't to find Why I spend most of my time, my grind Watching for thievin' I'm cautious it's I'm barely breathin' Puttin a bullet in motherfuckers give me a See me and hope I'm or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide is my payment I'm addicted to currency in this life I Why the fuck you cowards be runnin', too to fight a G For the life of me, I see How picture livin' life after a night of fuckin' around with me And if you don't like this Then bring your big bad ass to 'Cause we ain't to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to I can pile up my chips And niggas call me a I been ballin' since my adolescent years climbin' don't know nuttin' about no timin'
I got my locs on hard hat to war them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my And get to dumpin' on they ass, like the last Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' With shit to raise your block in one dip We bring on like Tales From the Crypt And we ain't to find is the tales that we kick
I'm automatic full of static and shit Movin' van fifty rounds in the clip I'm ridin' shot gun the tint in the back I'm plan to a motherfuckerin' mint in this rap I'm the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' And if you need a I ain't hard to find
Some may call me Bootsy, but I call it That's I keeps on grindin' (that's right) To the point a nigga can't stop Too much feelin' this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a Whether a nigga or a ho, a ho Get in my way, then ass gots to go a nigga steady plottin' I serves hit for hit, and motherfuckers keep
Influenced by crime, to grindin' I can pile up my chips And call me a timer I been ballin' since my years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' no timin'
the steps Abandoned broken down complex Heavy lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the you got a gun for, if ya gonna hesitate Best and bake all those I-was-finst-to-ask niggas Motherfuckers-didn't-think-I was-gon'-do-somethin'-ass Threaten life, ain't like you love him Bury thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him (check this out)
I grew up that nigga up with that nigga I he tryin' to ride for the other side But now, my be so judgemental Back seat of a my name out your dental, nigga If your gum bleeding and you More than twenty stitches, you like them bitches Sideways to the Heavy in the the resident, it's all the same (it's all the same) Nigga, and we ain't hard to
Hell nah we ain't to find The whole fool Motherfuckers hard to find, here biatch
Why them acting like they can't find us? Like can't see us and Like we don't be at the same spots be at? It's the congregation Young Pac is back (Nigga be lookin' all the way he see you and shit) It's a celebration, (guess who's back) (motherfuckers better understand shit) Young Pac is Ay D-Shot nigga can we get paid Can we just go and sock this shit up please? Hey, we smokin', and we ain't hard to Drinkin' and shit, fuckin' with hurricane A motherfucker's gonna get his Marlboro's playa You to Sideways to the next And to the coast Poppin' motherfuckin' ball shit you what I'm sayin' (Money over nigga, MOB, MOB)