| Crusin down the main line
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| With a nine incase these niggas try to take mine
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| Shells hit his apple, in the hood we call that «facetime»
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| With this shit and if you think different then you done lost your damn mind
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| Ridin in a suburban with shit for purchase
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| Ain’t goin back to my pockets hurtin, that’s for certain
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| Probably hittin a lick if I ain’t on the block servin
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| Osama with these llamas, I’m in your house with turban
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| Just the struggle of the young and troubled
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| On the block with the rock I make it triple double
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| Got cold game to keep my bitches muzzled
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| My brothers taught me how to keep a hustle
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| And shoot first if a nigga touch you
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| Writin my niggas in the pen to keep em updated
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| Caught the next day, but a nigga up faded
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| Shit I’m gettin wasted, ongoing cases
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| So give me a reason why I should not be squeezing
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| Leave you leakin with this 45, I’m Jordan in '94
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| Ahead of my time, ain’t heard of my kind before
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| Name a veteran prime that’s better than mine
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| Young nigga in the grind only get better with time
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| Picture me rollin
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| Neck and wrist frozen and swisher sweet blowin
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| In the coup that I pile all the hoes in
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| You know they golden
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| Switchin me and friends
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| We do this every weekened
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| Ball even on the off-season
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| Stuntin with my team and
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| Bottles pop while these hoes jock
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| When it stop we gon pile em in the drop
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| And these niggas dont try me cause I’m holdin
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| Drivin slow smokin
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| But if you don’t see me out just picture a nigga rollin
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| Top back screamin out «Money ain’t a thang!»
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| In a 5.0 lookin like a 93 Kane
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| Niggas gettin paid so the pigs tryna raid
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| That’s life or this cake, so we shoot em in the face
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| That’s the price you pay when you snitchin for a livin
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| Tryna take all we got to feed our children
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| See a nigga on so these bitches down for chillin
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| But I don’t want relations, once I fuck, a nigga dippin
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| The lord is my witness
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| I’m like what with these hoes
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| Fuck em, never love em
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| Niggas gotta stick to the code
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| I gotta get to the dough
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| Cause a ho don’t want no broke nigga
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| On no low stackin figures
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| Why hate when you can stunt with us?
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| Pour out some liquor for my niggas who ain’t here
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| And let them shots fly before a nigga shed a tear
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| I’ll probably drive by, pistol grippin while I steer
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| Wasn’t shit last year, now I’m shittin on my peers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picture Me Rollin' Pt. 2, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Still Cutthroat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп