All of this cuz Jim wouldn't sign you (All of this) C'mon man, fuck a Tru-Life, he's a Tru Dyke I think him and Bleek is enganged to each other I know what's going on over there Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come Little bum, fuck rap, let' really talk gwop mane Those small diamonds, watch more than that Roc chain Pinky cost more than that whip that you're riding in My bracelet cost more than that house that you hiding in Got gangstas with me right here oh I can fly 'em in Shoot you in your face, back on the plane, 'bout 9 or 10 Shit, time to get this lame outta here They only signed cuz they got Biggs and Dame outta there We the hottest group that came outta there My nigga Cam went plat, Dip album went gold Jay was on Bleek albums that's why his shit sold
Yo Bleek, don't play with me, I'm hard in Brooklyn And why you keep gettin' robbed in Brooklyn Ta-Ta got the first chain back but he didn't get the second one They know me in the Stuy nigga, Tomkins, Jeffersons Every club, heavy snub, gettin' love from every thug Waitin' for Drew to walk through the dog but he never does Damn Cash, tell me where this nigga be at Or do he got a grind, where this nigga eat at Somewhere suckin' HOV dick, happy he got a deal Wearing Roc-A-Wear panties and some S-Dot heels I'm in the S5-50 circlin' the 40/40 Wanna shoot the shit up but I ain't tryna do 40 Cuz I know HOV gon' come outside and probably tell on me Got rid of them things, don't need another felony After that Un shit he ain't goin' back to jail Know he gon' tell, and I got bail Rest of them muthafuckas mad cuz I got paid Tru's a little cockaroach and I got Raid And for real, nobody knows you, how many niggaz you shot You ain't a hustler, if you is, you don't get 'em in blocks Before you talk, get to know me money Your toughest nigga in ya hood probably owe me money nigga Ruger
What the fuck is wrong with this nigga man He's running in place, gettin' nowhere fast Nobody believes him He's not even signed to the real Roc You signed to Roc La Familia nigga Who's over there, hahahahaha Yo, we just smoked Bleek's budget the other day Oh, what HOV gave you, we spent that on champagne And poured it on bitches that we will never seen again in our life, nigga Dipset, respect us or check us nigga And we ain't a pair of Air Force 1s so there ain't no checkin' over here nigga Ruger
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