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| Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more Cuz I?m out here getting this bread Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto Now how the Hood talkin bout they don?t need me no more Cuz a mu?fucka push that GT It?s a problem tryna take that from me Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh (Jim Jones) I hear the streets talking funny (shit) So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking funny) Imma keep talking money (yup) And all different types (what) The yens and the pounds (pounds) Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows) Tripin? in ice I still be up town (Harlem) I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what) But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain Or beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy) Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what) Gone to the bank when its cheque signing time (okay) Its Tito Borough when it?s jet flying time (clear-port) And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set) The bitches funny I?m talking bout life (yup) It was Sunday to Sunday on New York?s chilly nights (that?s right) And we was hungry nauseas for a bite But if the world?s apple pie of course you want a slice (yup) Chorus Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more Cuz Im out here getting this bread Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood Talkin bout they don?t need me no more Cuz a mu?fucka push that GT It?s a problem tryna take that from me Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh (the Game) yo the weather-man is back, the GT black 22's so big the fuckin tires look flat (im gone) aint no clouds in my stones(nope) so clear they make you dizzy you can call it patroon (certified gangsta) even Jim know that, it true religion white pocket got a grip soo fat (westside) the niggas with the money aint scared, we donated to the club when we throw it in the air (we ballinnn) if you get it like us (and im ballinnn) then turn them fuckin bottles up-side-down dont waste it for me, but pour everything out for my nigga Pimp C (pimp c) the cars we got em the girls ride with us(what else) the haters is hattin the feds taking pictures wanna see a million dollars look at me, everything cost money even vick aint free. Chorus Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more Cuz Im out here getting this bread Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood Talkin bout they don?t need me no more Cuz a mu?fucka push that GT It?s a problem tryna take that from me Cuz im packin heavy metal uhhuh Heard somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me) My next breath was let?s do it (kid) Got me runnin through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who?s next) Best of event VVS and best ya jewellers (new year) Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em) And im tryna kill the pain with like two sluts (what?s up baby) Use to say money ain?t a thang to I blew up (what) Then money?s everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills) Where did love go? (where) And where does that leave us? (where we at) They holdin? grudges on how they receive us (fa sho) And show the judges on how they perceive us Hate to see a thug Nigga whip the forein features (ballin) Secretary?s that Condoleza (yup) Cash first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh) Blast first, never worry about police cuffs (nope) Ya either leave us or you free us I need money! Chorus: Now how u gon? tell me you don?t love me no more Cuz I?m out here getting this bread Tryna get my Momma a crib Tryna get up out the ghetto How the Hood talkin bout they don?t need me no more Cuz a mu?fucka push that GT It?s a problem tryna take that from me Cuz I?m packin heavy metal |
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