Tytuł: Da Man

• Wykonawca: Big Tymers
• Wyświetleń: 308

[Chorus: TQ]
  All I ever wanted to do was be da man
  Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
  But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)
  
  All I ever wanted to do was be da man
  Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
  But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)
  
  [Trick Daddy]
  A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up
  A ki of coke could get you rich
  but too much of this shit can get you stuck up
  That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit
  Case he flip the script, you know where he live at
  Plus, the game don' came a long way
  Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
  See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
  Cuz they got guns bigger than yours
  Plus ain't not more coppin out
  You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
  Born the son of a straight killa
  Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies
  So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd
  Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son
  Your Honor, answer this question and be honest
  If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Baby]
  Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)
  I sit and took over
  2 clips, the AK holder
  Brick taped to my bitch
  Strapped on her shoulder
  Raw grams in the trunk of a jag
  Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash
  It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches
  We fly like birds go divin for fishes
  A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna
  Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer
  But on my block, a old tymer got shot
  I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot
  I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams
  She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed
  I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand
  I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Mannie Fresh]
  See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man
  I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man
  You in the game now you know what you don' done man?
  "Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"
  A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream
  A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream
  Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from?
  Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb
  Take that, the comeback is incredible
  Get caught, then nigga it's federal
  By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
  You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games
  You know the rules of this shit
  Fuck around and be one dead bitch
  It's money and the power
  Every second every hour
  From sco' to the flo'
  Bakin soda to the flour
  
  [Chorus (til fade)]