| Lyrics: | Im saying everybody gettin tired of the nickel and dime
Know what Im saying?
Dont waste no
time playa hating on another nigga
Know what Im sayin, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the
river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with
your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til I cant wait no mo
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my
bro, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still cant seem to hold
Lower than
thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha
got to show
For when thangs movin slow, with only six grams of blow
Life aint nothing but a
struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin the
boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8
to 4 lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a
million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho
Hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard
time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>from tracks to traps,
slabs to raps
Spread a little round, make it all come back
Now open up your mind, as we
unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like
rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the
floor
And know that its real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to
live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to
live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin in your path
To partna keep a lo |
