[Verse]
Really and truly these fuckers never knew me
Money like Ned Dooley counting spondoolie
I cook a four and a baby like I’m broody
Austin with the powers, I’m ever so groovy
I made at ten at judy’s, ten at Trudy’s
Bando baby more crack than a Mooney
I drop it on my juvie and I know I ain’t gotta stress
I just go and kick it with my caramel cutie
Free life for movie for real, my life a movie
18 plus 18K, give your timepiece up cuz these waps fully loaded
And we rise these up still a 90’s tug in my 95’s
Drug dealing will be my demise
I pray that music saves me from this life of crime in this little life of mine
Shit I lost Three Six and took it as a sign
And it had me thinking suicide or genocide
And them bruddas over there still on the jealous side
And all this weed smoke gimme heavy eyes
In this New Jack City, I’m Wesley Snipes
Still it’s Hugo Boss suits for the funerals
And prison tracky for my trial like it’s suitable
I still break em like I never knew the rules
And I’m stepping out whenever duty calls
I love Elizabeth I swear she beautiful
But sometimes I wonder if it’s mutual
Still it’s G code you know the usual
I’m the daddy Ray Winston with the snooker balls
Ever since YO’s, I can’t take vio’s
Kitties walk miles just to spend their whole gyro’s
Don’t worry I’ll stay on till your money goes in
No sand, it’s the mud that I got my toes in
Go Fish, see you with your bro I’ll make you both swim
I’m East End like West Ham in the Boleyn
I’m with D Zino, bet you see this golf spin
Tie him up and hold him for a couple whole things like
Really and truly these fuckers never knew me
Money like Ned Dooley counting spondoolie
I cook a four and a baby like I’m broody
Austin with the powers, I’m ever so groovy
I made at ten at judy’s, ten at Trudy’s
Bando baby more crack than a Mooney
I drop it on my juvie and I know I ain’t gotta stress
I just go and kick it with my caramel cutie
Free life for movie for real, my life a movie
18 plus 18K, give your timepiece up cuz these waps fully loaded
And we rise these up still a 90’s tug in my 95’s
Drug dealing will be my demise
I pray that music saves me from this life of crime in this little life of mine
Shit I lost Three Six and took it as a sign
And it had me thinking suicide or genocide
And them bruddas over there still on the jealous side
And all this weed smoke gimme heavy eyes
In this New Jack City, I’m Wesley Snipes
Still it’s Hugo Boss suits for the funerals
And prison tracky for my trial like it’s suitable
I still break em like I never knew the rules
And I’m stepping out whenever duty calls
I love Elizabeth I swear she beautiful
But sometimes I wonder if it’s mutual
Still it’s G code you know the usual
I’m the daddy Ray Winston with the snooker balls
Ever since YO’s, I can’t take vio’s
Kitties walk miles just to spend their whole gyro’s
Don’t worry I’ll stay on till your money goes in
No sand, it’s the mud that I got my toes in
Go Fish, see you with your bro I’ll make you both swim
I’m East End like West Ham in the Boleyn
I’m with D Zino, bet you see this golf spin
Tie him up and hold him for a couple whole things like
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