Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Own, artist - Young Bleed.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Own |
See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks |
If ya know that’s a nigga aphrodesiac |
Nigga, where the geez be at? |
You can catch me chillin steady feelin’like what what what |
Y’all niggas get the feelin’huh |
Willin’and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin' |
and hailin’them twigs, nigga ain’t no tellin' |
Steady hustlin’high it’s do or die for a hustla |
Do your thing remain same and loyal customers |
Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back |
It’s like that, we gon’ice that |
But if they strike back is you ready for me? |
Better be, some hoes will never be Slippin’in this game, nigga never me Nigga, don’t give a fuck if ya bigger |
The zag zipper got it off the hook |
Know the bitches, no look haters don’t wanna crumble the crook |
Leave em shook, keep flippin’em |
See that’s the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me, |
I’m gonna blast mine |
Nigga huh, nigga what |
Chorus: Young Bleed (repeat 2X) |
Time is money, money is time, |
that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, |
call it a crime, that’s the life of a hustla, |
anything in my way, Im comin’for your jugular |
(*Too Short says Bitch! throughout repeat*) |
(Too $hort) |
Now where you think you goin’bitch, I ain’t through with you |
I ain’t seen no other hoes I wanna do it to |
got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you |
take you to a hotel and freak you bitch |
Short Dogg gettin’at that ass |
I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass |
I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck |
Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up Punk bitches stare, they can’t compare to you |
These fake hoes don’t know what real players do, bitch |
I popped in the nudey tape, bitch |
I love the way the booty shakes |
So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit |
Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit |
Roll a big fat join start smokin’it |
Cuz I’m a real ass nigga I ain’t jokin’Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH |
Chorus: Too $hort |
Time is money, money is time, |
that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, |
call it a crime, that’s the life of a hustla, |
and if ya get in my way, you gettin’fucked up BITCH |
(Young Bleed) |
Lookin’at the sunshine and it’s about that time |
Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine |
From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin’dirt |
for whatever it’s worth |
You know, gotta take it slow though |
People gonna wanna take my photo |
You don’t know though, that’s why I stay solo |
Hounded like a mad man, kickin’up dust |
Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way |
No more discussion, what’s the repercussion? |
When it really don’t matter, niggas get shattered dreams, |
when they see the buckshots scatter |
Save the chatter for the mama, you ain’t bout no drama |
I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number |
Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps |
Where if it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense |
That’s evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints |
And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin’dead presidents, ya heard me Chorus: Young Bleed (solo 2X) |
(Young Bleed) |
Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I’m sayin, one time nigga |