Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ten Toes Tall, artist - Lil Wyte.
Date of issue: 03.03.2003
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Ten Toes Tall |
I’m 5 foot 8, from the Bay, white as fuck and do not play |
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay |
Won’t you come on down my way, I hope that you ain’t afraid |
You won’t even need the numbers cuz we posted every day |
On the corner or in my front yard where we smoke marijuana |
Sit back, wait on the police to ride by and stash so we can dog’em |
Know wha I’m sayin, they can’t fade us, so what the fuck you think you gon do? |
We HCP, clicked up with the rest of the world and yes we deep foo |
You don’t wanna end up an example of what we would to to haters mayne |
Victimz have said that we bring the pain and witnesses that we all the same |
I don’t wanna stress on otha shit that y’all been constantly questionin |
Shit that I’m preachin come from people teachin |
The shit that I remember so deep within |
And when I get to where I’m gonna be in my successful life |
I’ma look down at y’all haters in disgrace cuz I done took my flight |
And when I get? |
shine in that stage of my life |
I’ma make sure all y’all haters remember me and I’m gon allrigh |
So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall |
We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y’all |
I know you see me everyday, I’m posted on the wall |
I’m gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall |
So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall |
We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y’all |
I know you see me everyday, I’m posted on the wall |
We gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall |
BITCH! |
Keep 'em breathin, leave 'em bleedin, boy this is not haters season |
This the reason for them beefin, all the rest is just not treason |
I got nina’s, I got rifles, I got fully auto’s too |
You get one I will get five and everyone will come for you |
This the truth, I got problems in my life and that’z a fact |
But that don’t give you one right to jump in my shit and holla back |
With a different brain, simple thangs, keep me on a different plane |
Business mane, with pleasure to settle by an open flame |
Plenty change will be accepted, but plus I want the fame |
Know my name and disrespect it but it will stay the same |
Down the drain, knowin' for me I have to be workin' th |
Love the game, wanna retire but when I’m 80 mayne |
Mary Jane all in my system but yet I still maintain |
I’m insane, so hard to hide it but still I can’t complain |
I got killaz takin good care of ya, leavin plenty stains |
With the shovel I’m gonna bury yo mangled up remains |
Talk about these hatin lil boys, carryin they toys but they small dawg |
Put yo 22 under my 5−0 cal and I’mma get rawed dawg |
Ain’t no need to stall dawg, I’mma blow up on all y’all |
Racin across the nation to yo crib, I ?? |
Now we about to stop, now the road about 2 blockz |
Reachin yo house wit two Glocks, got in yo house wit 2 knockz |
Came to the door in Reebok’s, joggin pants wit no sockz |
Run up them steps actin like you won’t get caught but break them door lockz |
Situations gettin mixed,? |
yo boy got in some shit |
Crossed the wrong one, he found out he didn’t know who he was fuckin wit |
Wyte, backed up by Triple Six |
In the next year don’t fuck wit this |
Fraiser, ?, and youngsta, *Hyptonized* is how I’ll leave ya bitch |
Blastin back wit competition, standin' on y’all fuckin hoez |
Leavin ??? |
I’m pimpin righ up out the do' |
Hate me now, hate me later, it’s all good I gots to go |
So many haters up in my world, couldn’t count 'em on my handz and toez |