why i oh why sometimes it's time to think about it sometimes it's time to find time he may be her lucky penny that she'll never get to shine the streets
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but I am from New Orleans I can't lie, I lust for things Like an old-school black Old Cut supreme Or an iced-out G shock and a custom ring And a freak
up a scam and you'll feel the knife Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs
shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets
moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom
hundred regardless Shrimp scampy odor everytime I fork chick Trap nigga conversate with a harvard smart bitch I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a cartoon Cartoon jewlry customized
Down on Olivera Street a Mexicano cry A grito, te quiero, te quiero, te' adoro This is where the Anglo gets his Latin lover's sigh Adios muchachas y bolero
women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street
Hot milk Mmmm tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We
a whole 'nother level dawg, Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers H2s and Escalades, customized
neck like you was my little girl Put money in your pocket like you was my son Su Food in your stomach like you was my son Pooh The streets talk, heard
[Akon:] I ain't for all that beef-ay, got niggas to bust ya head for no reason Ask around the streets man I'm certified, cross seas all my customers are
victims of the heartbreak That kept us short of breath Trapped above these bloodless streets Without a safety net I stood in line to join the trial One more customer
ya, break ya, break ya Chorus: Bilal (singing) Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers
" (cut and scratched 4x) My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I rap with
Please come over to 81st street, I'm in the apartment, above the bar You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway And the tacky store with
bring you from the bottom the trunk From the trunk to the dump I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump Like a rib shot That's what the customers want
