[Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater its the truth: Ive been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead
Forget the fighting, that nigga down to front? He getting hella-lightning popping out the trunk Let him think he Tyson, fuck around and jump Ive got my liquor license; how many ways you want? Ill led the K spray, tell em niggas make way Before I street sweep his ass and get on my K Slay Let him trip; I pull it then its May Day Im from the Knick, but my bullets stay in AK I dont play-play when its pay day Well take so many shots youll need to go to AA Take a vacay, put me in your stupid flow Well have the funeral right there at the studio When I clap and I spray, caps in the K like ? Happen to play, clashing with J Ill put you With ? to back in the day Hey, you cats in the way I dont give a fuck what you happen to say I kill em, kill em, kill em dead ? in his grave
[Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater its the truth: Ive been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] I kill em dead, try to steal his bread .44 spilling lead; floors, walls, ceilings red Sport Porsche getting head, they here but I came though cleaner Take care of everything on the meter Im cool with an eye on the Nina Beemer, few goons on the set but I got mine too Its too late to hate, killed em for 9 Ate 9 more before you fill this plate Aint from here, Im just visiting Big is the house Im living in. My car Fly, Im super-cool. When it ? This game Im turning balls, fuck these niggas I burn em all Im a strange case, not the average Jack You can have em back. Fell in love with Miss Mary We fucking with the web on these clips Preparing for the day we gonna be rich, shit Corpse off the cliff, impound in the ground Bitch find out how awful it gets Wake up, riding this all for the chips I cant afford to be side-tracked Im chilling, winning, rims spinning Real nigga, on contact: Banks
[Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater its the truth: Ive been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead
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Forget the fighting, that nigga down to front? He getting hella-lightning popping out the trunk Let him think he Tyson, fuck around and jump Ive got my liquor license; how many ways you want? Ill led the K spray, tell em niggas make way Before I street sweep his ass and get on my K Slay Let him trip; I pull it then its May Day Im from the Knick, but my bullets stay in AK I dont play-play when its pay day Well take so many shots youll need to go to AA Take a vacay, put me in your stupid flow Well have the funeral right there at the studio When I clap and I spray, caps in the K like ? Happen to play, clashing with J Ill put you With ? to back in the day Hey, you cats in the way I dont give a fuck what you happen to say I kill em, kill em, kill em dead ? in his grave
[Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater its the truth: Ive been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] I kill em dead, try to steal his bread .44 spilling lead; floors, walls, ceilings red Sport Porsche getting head, they here but I came though cleaner Take care of everything on the meter Im cool with an eye on the Nina Beemer, few goons on the set but I got mine too Its too late to hate, killed em for 9 Ate 9 more before you fill this plate Aint from here, Im just visiting Big is the house Im living in. My car Fly, Im super-cool. When it ? This game Im turning balls, fuck these niggas I burn em all Im a strange case, not the average Jack You can have em back. Fell in love with Miss Mary We fucking with the web on these clips Preparing for the day we gonna be rich, shit Corpse off the cliff, impound in the ground Bitch find out how awful it gets Wake up, riding this all for the chips I cant afford to be side-tracked Im chilling, winning, rims spinning Real nigga, on contact: Banks
[Hook - JR Writer] I get the bread while you in the red I be getting fed, and you be getting Fed Player-hater its the truth: Ive been ahead Yellow paper in the booth: I kill em dead
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