the building But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats And I run up in the rab hole Run through the hallway See police, face to
', he even have to know A weddin' ring ain't somethin', I'ma hand a hoe Do money grow on trees? Nigga, the answer's no I treat G's like seeds, get a grand
furl and pumped hero Red and gray Max's keep as clean as Ajax Ghettos sling cracks while you niggas pay tax Now how ghetto is this? You can catch me in your hallway
me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day
a couple grand, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand a couple grand, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head a couple grand, price
Chrous A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag on ya head leave ya layin where you stand A,A couple grand, pr-pr-pr-price tag on ya head, on ya head, on
on home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it Every hallway
a floozy This pyroclastic flow that I lay Will turn this fucking booth to Pompeii Now what will I do in broad day? I turn Broadway into a hallway Motherfuckers
in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway
you It was alright, it was ok I'll paint my life before I loved you There were never pictures in the hallway There were no fireworks There was no grand
what time is it You know what time is it Check it, check it, check it out, yo I beg your pardon who's the one with the roughness? Super extra toughness, Grand
classics All my niggaz who pump The spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets Broke bugged thugs in the hallway
meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once upon a time we were moonshine rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway
I woke up to a grand commotion And um, I jumped from the blankets And whipped the door from its lock And rushed blindly into the blackness of the hallway
like film I flash back we was little niggas livin' most real 1989's when we first met We first clicked over convo' gettin' twisted In dunn grand earth
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker [Joell Ortiz] I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap In the hallway
living till I'm right be in a illusion Seclusion, seeing me is rare I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off And spend grands
local drug cats to kids in front of the store Number runners, gangbangers and the big money spenders Reality check rings as we descend from the king [Grand
