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Look @ Me Now Lyrics - Artist : Tsu Surf
Keep it off safety, it's a cold world
Real niggas do real things, you got a [?] It's more like a lesson, not a burden Play the curb and you look both ways before you serve 'em Try to bag it up, weigh it by the 9 No shorts, long shift, you bring it back every time Them bibby birds go assist him with the dimes 'Til you bossin' with that real Rondo: Rajon You don't gotta switch your team to be LeBron Get the Maybach with the chauffeur and the Butler, Caron Pay attention as I walk you through my mind I ain't snappin', shit I do this all the time But look, put up half what you earn on some safe shit Moms get the extra ki just in case shit Quick flips, great flips, O.T., weight flips Cops come, they don't know shit if you don't say shit All you do is get a couple of workers Let 'em sample it: that's customer service Set a quota for the day, you ain't gotta rush, pace yourself 'Cause when them handcuffs click, you gon' hate yourself Poker games with your life, you better call in Bullshittin' with them chips, push 'em all in It always feel good when you ballin' Fuckin' with them wild cats, them John's got you walled in This a manual in case you gotta breeze through It's complicated, you don't understand it, you don't need to Not tryin' to push you in a gang, lil nigga But it's real if you go and bang bang, lil nigga Now these hoes, that's a sticky situation They could look like Heaven but be built like Satan They use their looks as a form of sedation Those some hatin' ass bitches, get it cookin' for the bakin' I ain't gon' tell you how Tonya did Hak Ain't have money for the rent, got him chopped off the block Long story short, bruh: twenties over twat So be stackin' up them knots before you after all the box It's just basic! Will he ride? Will he roll? Will he bang? Will he nod left to right when prosecutors say your name? When your grandmama die, did he really feel your pain? Can you look into his eyes and sure that he feel the same? Yeah? When y'all got a tag team, block 'em When he wrong, you rock 'em: he supplies, you stock 'em If he out then you got him, from the top to the bottom But it's still a lil problem 'cause you still gotta watch him Bein' precautious ain't a crime Three things that test loyalty: pussy, money and time Did he ever meet your daughter, have a laugh with your mom? Would you still see a real real nigga if you was blind? (Pay attention!) You just gotta get it how you live Send the goons out and everybody get it 'cept the kids Know it's fucked up, but that's just how it is If this ain't your cup of tea then go the fuck about your biz When you all planned out, can't sleep Tried everything but you still can't eat And you tryin' to be strong but your patience wearin' weak Press play, lil bruh, I'll walk you through the streets |
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