Money, Houses & Cars
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This life of ours
The same thing that got a nigga here get me there
Everything you see, everything you know
The same thing that got a nigga here get me there
Come on, Bad Azz, Kurupt, The Gang
I'm just tryna make a dollar out of nothin'
Turn zero into somethin' and it's one life we live
With this one shot to give, you got chances, we use none
Riskin' your life, you know we got guns
Why you come against us with mics?
It's a cold thing, the game just take folks under
It feel better if you say that God just called his number
When you knew he kept himself in situations like that
In situations where it's likely somebody might gat
No bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car
No destination, but we all thinkin' hard to get far
Money, houses and cars, this life of ours
Goin' where? We came a long way
But still we got so far to go to get there
The same thing that got a nigga here get me there
And if it don't, it wasn't supposed to
Money, houses and cars, this life of ours
Goin' where? We came a long way
But still we got so far to go to get there
The same thing that got a nigga here get me there
And if it don't, it wasn't supposed to
I got gangsta-ass niggas with so much heat
G'd up rides with so much beat (Bump this)
G'd up apparel, dope by the barrels
Gangsta-ass Goodfella niggas, Kurupt and Nell
I once had a bitch that ate so much dick
That she couldn't do nothin' for me (Oh hell no)
But blow one of the homies as I ease my
Way right up the streets (Who with?)
Me, D-A-Z, Bad Azz and Priest
We gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
Where all the OGs round up the fleet
'Cause the homies is crazy as shit
And we all about stackin' up a grip
No funny-ass niggas, no scandalous-ass hoes
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch (Bitch)
I can't worry about a bitch, I'm tryna get rich by next week
And I can get me some pussy when it ain't nothin' to eat
My life, this life of ours
Buyin' up houses and cars, ghetto stars
Doin' our thing, like bust a bitch to bust a bitch
And get rich with my gang, we bring to the table
What you ain't able, a few pies to cut
'Cause we ride for bucks in the worst way
Today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday and fuck what you say
You say dirt about us when we ain't there
When we come around, you fuckin' clown, you act scared
2Pac is dead, stop questionin' life
You had to talk to the Feds, that's the test in the life
Goin' where? A long way from here to get there
You gotta mash to maintain, blast, that's the gang thing
The same thing that got a nigga here get me there
Money, houses and cars, this life of ours
Goin' where? We came a long way
But still we got so far to go to get there
The same thing that got a nigga here get me there
And if it don't, it wasn't supposed to
Money, houses and cars, this life of ours
Goin' where? We came a long way
But still we got so far to go to get there
I heard gangstas don't ride with disguises
But I'm quick to throw the mask on and get my blast on
So call it what you want, yeah, yeah, that's all cool
But me and the homies 'bout to act a fuckin' fool
Dump if you dump, nigga, pull the pump
Lay a nigga, 'fore the homies spray a nigga
This ain't the Sony, so you can't play a nigga
The homies quick to cock, AK a nigga
With no hesitation, Pendletons populate the population
A nickel-plated penetration (What's that?)
Khakis, t-shirts and stars
Homies, busters, riders and marks
All y'all niggas here wanna be hard
But no nigga with heart when the heat is sparked
Just ask the homie Bad Azz
He'll put you D on how it's supposed to be
And the whole family as I ease my way right up the streets
Me, D-A-Z, Bad Azz and Priest
We gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
Where all the OGs round up the fleet
'Cause the homies is crazy as shit
And we all about stackin' up a grip
No funny-ass niggas, no scandalous-ass hoes
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch
Fuck a bitch, yeah
1-9-9-9, The Gang
All in your face at close range
Yeah, Bad Azz, Kurupt, Young Gotti, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It don't quit, we keep it crackin' like this, uh
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it don't quit
It ain't over 'til I'm done
Ain't nowhere to hide, so why run?
I don't battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns
You can hate me 'cause I got skills and live real
And my life is worth more than any stack of dollar bills
I should ill, I will come and kill your ass
But you on a mission of destruction, why get in your path?
I let you kill yourself while I chill with wealth
And let the story be the word on the streets in a few weeks
I gotta eat, fuck fuckin' with you
And bein' broke on the streets, duck-duckin' with you
And gettin' smoked, that's a no-no
What you think, it's three-five-fo'-fo'?
Money, houses and cars, nigga, I gotta go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It don't quit, we keep it crackin' like this, hahahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it don't quit
Nigga, you can suck a fat dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We keep it crackin', keep it crackin' like this