BULLSHIT EZ-E WAS BUSTIN CAPS WAY BEFORE NOTORIOUS P.I.G U DONT KNOW YOUR HISTORY LISTEN 2 DOPE MAN BY EZ-E.........U BETTER ASK SOMEBODY FOOOOO EZ WAS SPITTIN SICK SHIT LIKE THAT WAY BEFORE.........
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
How much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy ’specially
If that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don’t you know bad boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
She be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don’t care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that God damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain’t gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain’t tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain’t got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh
Crack king, frank blizzard
Uhh
Bover, please read #4....thank you, next question!!!!
I get the results Tomm. and you can bet your ASS that i'm going to bovers to watch all the games.
I'm bringing one thing buddy. A lighter. If you need anything else, let me know! :smoking:
BAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Congrats man, you should be fine... I quit for 3 months when i had to get a job in the casino, i pretty much knew i was safe, the day when i had my test, got back home and took out "Stella". Ahhhhhhhhhhh
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
How much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy ’specially
If that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don’t you know bad boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
She be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don’t care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that God damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain’t gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain’t tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain’t got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh
Crack king, frank blizzard
Uhh
Bover, please read #4....thank you, next question!!!!
AS 4 U SHIT HEAD PULL UP DOPE MAN BY EZ-E AND SEE WITCH DATE IT WAS RELESED I GURANTEE IT WAS BEFORE THAT FAT SLOB............WESTCOAST BITCH
I'm bringin' some monster Cuban See-Gars and we are unrollin' them and using the papers for blunts!
One for the noon games, One for the 2 pm's, One for every god dam game they play after that! I hope you have a large motha' of a Big screen to watch it on because i might have visual problems!
I'm bringin' some monster Cuban See-Gars and we are unrollin' them and using the papers for blunts!
One for the noon games, One for the 2 pm's, One for every god dam game they play after that! I hope you have a large motha' of a Big screen to watch it on because i might have visual problems!
THATS GOING 2 BE ALOT OF PIZZA CONSUMPTION WITH BIG BLUNTS LIKE THAT............
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