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Baby A.K.A. The #1 Stunna
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Ghetto Life
Okay, we got the Birdman in the building (The Birdman) We got Killa in the building (Yeah) We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)
Nigga, it's B M, J R, Weezy, baby Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (Shut yo' chips up) And I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M And I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street Tims (Pimp)
Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems Green [unverified], they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here
How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? 'Cuz me and Stunna 'bout to buy it Put yo' spoons down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raise in the Cajun cage with a bit of amazing grace And prone to move coke at a amazing pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it Real not have me, B, I'ma win it, I'm a champ
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy (Ghetto boy) Livin' in the ghetto me in the ghetto streets (Somebody tell me what's crackin' before) I'm a ghetto life, any second' dog, I can blow up For ghetto me and you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life
Aye, aye, holla at me, T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman See I ride in them shake when I'm pimpin' these hoes (34s, beyotch) It's just that, when I'm smokin' that dro (Sunshine City) When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type
Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs and knifes Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin' that life See, I'm stunnin' for my niggas with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign German lifes (Beyotch) And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (Holla at me, nigga)
I act a damn fool when I'm full of that white (Absolute, beyotch) But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghetto stripes Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (Uptown, 9 millimeter) Ghetto walk with my ghetto life (Yeah, beyotch)
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy (Ghetto boy) Livin' in the ghetto me in the ghetto streets I'm a ghetto life, any second, dog, I can blow up For ghetto me and you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, in a ghetto life
Diplomats, man, listen Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders C-Five, fo'-fum and a seven-fo' fever (What else?) Act up though, I let the fo' fever leave ya (Leave ya) Dice game, head crack, six-fo' fever (Fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got six-fo' fever (Fever) Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (Let 'em know) I told the po to feave her, I'm a bounty crook Out to just, not a chef [unverified], know how to cook
With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delonix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, outdone, cook up yo' spots That's how coke for that cook up his watch (What else though?)
I'm one of those that will look up to Pac (Why?) 'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (Damn, follow what?) All they say is, ‽Look at his drop†(What else?) Hand on my license, look at his watch (Fuck 'em)
But thug shit, dog, we down with Baby (Baby) We come through clownin' baby (Baby) And if we surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy (Ghetto boy) Livin' in the ghetto me in the ghetto streets I'm a ghetto life, any second, dog, I can blow up For ghetto me and you best to be watchin' me Ghetto, ghetto, in a ghetto life
It's nothin' man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money Baby, holla, Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella Birdman fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap (Yeah, ya know, ya know) Get that call out one more time
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