Ooh baby
Feel like Cam Giles
All my life dealt with 'Sports Drugs and Entertainment
I'm More about money than violence, still somehow, all my Niggas banging
Get MY point across even if I gotta yell like when Killa phoned 50
'Confessions' telling the pretty women"Hey Ma" hoping, they 'Come Home With Me
For the love spread when a thugs dead
Still cry when I think of the 'Bloodshed,Y'all don't hear me, still cry when I think of the 'Bloodshed
Took a 'Big L' then became 'Flamboyant
With a '.357' I know aim's important
Get used to real
Big shoes to fill
Come and claim them Jordan's
Got Juelz and I'm a J.R
So please gimme room like the space bar
Got a '40 cal' with a 'broken safety
Sip the 'Sizzurp' when I was 'Purple Hazing
And my Caporegime, sorta like Capo's regime
First they gon' rock you to sleep, then go and pop on yo team
Niggas ain't really in tune with me, see I got a certain 'Immunity
Went through some personal scrutiny
Sit in a hearse is where you can be
Women be hurt when they losing me
Still got my JuJu
But puff a cigar and that's what I call my new Cuban peace
'Oh Boy' old squad wanna ruin me
True indeed
Freeky Zeaky story
Ayy 'From Me two U, this is my 'Hustlers Pome
Might buy the plushest of homes, throughout my youth I rushed to be grown
Couldn't wait to stand on my own two
Shown proof strong crew wrong dudes to mess with
Known to have a swag to loan you so I'm not impressed with
Boring flows and foreign clothes you was blessed with, just to shoot ya press kit
On the highway of life to the road to riches, and I can't miss my exit my pen's respected
Spin my records or my friends get wreckless
I 'Can't feel my face' but Ya chin I check it
Lemme send my message
I'm 'What the game's been missing, hop out and bang the Smith'n
I'm bout to change tradition, hop out the range with chickens
Salute me or shoot me I scoop me a groupie
She usually moody but moon me to the music of Boosie
Was 'On My Way to Church, my chain was hanging low
I made'em change they clothes, put on some crazy shows
Speeding thru life they ask me, if I can take it slow
I took it to the 'Max B, I brought you 'wavy flows
Flashbacks to the tunnel, stand back or get pummeled
Was once broke in my hood, started 'stacking up bundles
Taliban in the jungle, gat in hand I won't fumble
Handsome man but I'm humble
Still hand to hand when I rumble
Freeky Zeaky story
Hyphen Dinero - Old Dipset Lyrics
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Ooh baby
Feel like Cam Giles
All my life dealt with 'Sports Drugs and Entertainment
I'm More about money than violence, still somehow, all my Niggas banging
Get MY point across even if I gotta yell like when Killa phoned 50
'Confessions' telling the pretty women"Hey Ma" hoping, they 'Come Home With Me
For the love spread when a thugs dead
Still cry when I think of the 'Bloodshed,Y'all don't hear me, still cry when I think of the 'Bloodshed
Took a 'Big L' then became 'Flamboyant
With a '.357' I know aim's important
Get used to real
Big shoes to fill
Come and claim them Jordan's
Got Juelz and I'm a J.R
So please gimme room like the space bar
Got a '40 cal' with a 'broken safety
Sip the 'Sizzurp' when I was 'Purple Hazing
And my Caporegime, sorta like Capo's regime
First they gon' rock you to sleep, then go and pop on yo team
Niggas ain't really in tune with me, see I got a certain 'Immunity
Went through some personal scrutiny
Sit in a hearse is where you can be
Women be hurt when they losing me
Still got my JuJu
But puff a cigar and that's what I call my new Cuban peace
'Oh Boy' old squad wanna ruin me
True indeed
Freeky Zeaky story
Ayy 'From Me two U, this is my 'Hustlers Pome
Might buy the plushest of homes, throughout my youth I rushed to be grown
Couldn't wait to stand on my own two
Shown proof strong crew wrong dudes to mess with
Known to have a swag to loan you so I'm not impressed with
Boring flows and foreign clothes you was blessed with, just to shoot ya press kit
On the highway of life to the road to riches, and I can't miss my exit my pen's respected
Spin my records or my friends get wreckless
I 'Can't feel my face' but Ya chin I check it
Lemme send my message
I'm 'What the game's been missing, hop out and bang the Smith'n
I'm bout to change tradition, hop out the range with chickens
Salute me or shoot me I scoop me a groupie
She usually moody but moon me to the music of Boosie
Was 'On My Way to Church, my chain was hanging low
I made'em change they clothes, put on some crazy shows
Speeding thru life they ask me, if I can take it slow
I took it to the 'Max B, I brought you 'wavy flows
Flashbacks to the tunnel, stand back or get pummeled
Was once broke in my hood, started 'stacking up bundles
Taliban in the jungle, gat in hand I won't fumble
Handsome man but I'm humble
Still hand to hand when I rumble
Freeky Zeaky story
Feel like Cam Giles
All my life dealt with 'Sports Drugs and Entertainment
I'm More about money than violence, still somehow, all my Niggas banging
Get MY point across even if I gotta yell like when Killa phoned 50
'Confessions' telling the pretty women"Hey Ma" hoping, they 'Come Home With Me
For the love spread when a thugs dead
Still cry when I think of the 'Bloodshed,Y'all don't hear me, still cry when I think of the 'Bloodshed
Took a 'Big L' then became 'Flamboyant
With a '.357' I know aim's important
Get used to real
Big shoes to fill
Come and claim them Jordan's
Got Juelz and I'm a J.R
So please gimme room like the space bar
Got a '40 cal' with a 'broken safety
Sip the 'Sizzurp' when I was 'Purple Hazing
And my Caporegime, sorta like Capo's regime
First they gon' rock you to sleep, then go and pop on yo team
Niggas ain't really in tune with me, see I got a certain 'Immunity
Went through some personal scrutiny
Sit in a hearse is where you can be
Women be hurt when they losing me
Still got my JuJu
But puff a cigar and that's what I call my new Cuban peace
'Oh Boy' old squad wanna ruin me
True indeed
Freeky Zeaky story
Ayy 'From Me two U, this is my 'Hustlers Pome
Might buy the plushest of homes, throughout my youth I rushed to be grown
Couldn't wait to stand on my own two
Shown proof strong crew wrong dudes to mess with
Known to have a swag to loan you so I'm not impressed with
Boring flows and foreign clothes you was blessed with, just to shoot ya press kit
On the highway of life to the road to riches, and I can't miss my exit my pen's respected
Spin my records or my friends get wreckless
I 'Can't feel my face' but Ya chin I check it
Lemme send my message
I'm 'What the game's been missing, hop out and bang the Smith'n
I'm bout to change tradition, hop out the range with chickens
Salute me or shoot me I scoop me a groupie
She usually moody but moon me to the music of Boosie
Was 'On My Way to Church, my chain was hanging low
I made'em change they clothes, put on some crazy shows
Speeding thru life they ask me, if I can take it slow
I took it to the 'Max B, I brought you 'wavy flows
Flashbacks to the tunnel, stand back or get pummeled
Was once broke in my hood, started 'stacking up bundles
Taliban in the jungle, gat in hand I won't fumble
Handsome man but I'm humble
Still hand to hand when I rumble
Freeky Zeaky story
Writer: Terry Drakes
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