Come on, on Come on give me that double me that double, Give it to me You knew what it took to get here They say dont stop for no one So I'm back in my people This what ya'll wanted right? You said you wanted the So I swear, that the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die It's Dipset, more than just music now It's a way of life, it's than the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears Ho stand me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... It's than Nino Brown
Take a walk, lets a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a seat homie Cause where I'm to take you You dont need homie And I need nothin' on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke I just need you in the zone, ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
It must of a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams) my progression, I'd stay stayed with the huds (Down South) Now it's private jets, smokin' haze what the (G4) mill write the check is how we for the car (What's The Price?) Switchin' lanes up 7th, Are we the cars (Harlem) But the boys stressin', I'm facin' the charge (Yay-Ya Be Trippin') Still prayin' to God, lifes not promised, not even manana (Fuck tomorrow) Remember movin' bricks, bout ehanas Or even at the club, an them boys and behind us I'm death, gettin' closer to 30 (Gettin Older) Sunny outside, but the work is Days out, nights, over in Jersey In my rare view home cause the vultures is thirsty (I See Em) that doubt you won't catch me in traffic Dark tints on the V, when I lack it's the ratchet,
Take a walk, lets a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride You dont even need a seat belt Cause I'm bout to take you You dont need homie And I don't need on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke I just you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
Now I'm the leader of the pack, Can't help to back How I was eager to sell crack, I it was the shit (Damn) When they talk about my influence, I thought of uncle (Uncle Ricky Wha's Good) He used to up on his flip, he start snortin' on his shit The same had me gas'd, when I bought my first vic I was heavy on the gas, when I bought my first I thought I was the shit, you couldn't tell me I was 16, I told the teacha "You can me fuck em" (Feel Me Nigga) Just any suits, pullin' up to club in Beamer cash (Gettin' Cash) We livin' (Fast) Different women night, couple of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches) I just (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen) I almost got wiped out on the wave, 11 was tsunami For the of the yay (Fuck The City Up) The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I The Story) We live free and show problems to authority
Take a walk, lets Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets You dont need a seat belt homie Cause where I'm bout to you You need nothin' homie And I don't nothin' on me But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke I just you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
One... Two, Feds for you Three... Four, watch the law Five... Six, If you pumpin' bricks Seven... Eight, it ain't heavy weight
Ferrari dreams, spooked me in my nightmare I tried to scream Freddy Kruegers' in my nightmare (Livin' For The Fame) So a nigga to go to sleep the day break, I'm tearin' up the street Porsche'n the clutch, ballin' like the play off's Top goin' 40 on the floor, the safe off 12 car convoyed a road full of race Till' the pilot give me 5 minutes before he off (Roll Up)
Take a walk, slide Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets You dont need a seat belt homie Cause where I'm to take you You dont nothin' homie And I need nothin' on me But a purple juice and my weed smoke homie I just need you in the zone, ya' oastar off and make yaself at home
That's my conclusion... See the fast life we livin'... So I'm ah tell you, if you in the left keep going cause they right on your heels (Squalieee) And if they you, that's your ass... And if you blink nigga, your could be over (We Got No Time For Sleep) I sayin' the rap game is like the crack game Cause we could all end up dead or in got us under surveillance... And to all my niggas the g-wall (My Soldiers) Inhale, exhale... Shake nuts if you have to (East Side) And all the political soldiers that ain't never comin' (RIP Too) To all my homies, Side... While you in your cell, hell to this (Roll Call) I do this for ya'll (Dipset)... I ya' pain (I'm On The Same Route) I know it's like hittin' the streets at ah early age to deal cocaine (It's Ah Cold World) Survival, all about the struggle (We Gotta' Eat)... So I dedicate to you (My Soldiers) Keep your head up and your open... Stay focused, It's us against I'd let them take me alive, take me alive..
a journey wit ya' boy, let's ride..