Gamble On Me lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. T-Pain)
[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see (GUNZ) oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me
[Cory Gunz:]
Try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, pul pul pul pul pull that slot jackpot round em up, round them up we hit that club, throw seven up and they hold on us, like a pole on us, they be all on us, when the booze or the mose or the rose on us, hit like it ain't no toes on us, you be playin o so much, but since you waited tenidean tp and so don't touch, she so so fine, she don't know she so so mine, I just might might go all in, if I miss one more time, one more call one more time, one more call one more time, one more call one more dime, one more call one more time, walderback back back back back back, walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black
[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me
[Cory Gunz:]
Try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, shake those dice get ottoms up bottoms up bottoms up, pop pop get the bar blowed up, my squad and the cars roll up and the gurls show up cause they all blowed up and they all get money and they all thowe it up, shawdy fold yo deck holder for that malitia soldier bet for bet we do it back to back like we getting mo bucks, you with him you know what he just mad cause we all roll up cause we all showed up looking all grown up and we all getting money and we all thowe it up like ayy bout a stack where all my riders at where my sophisticated mami trying to slide a stack walderback back back back, walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black
[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see (GUNZ) oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me
[Cory Gunz:]
Try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, pul pul pul pul pull that slot jackpot round em up, round them up we hit that club, throw seven up and they hold on us, like a pole on us, they be all on us, when the booze or the mose or the rose on us, hit like it ain't no toes on us, you be playin o so much, but since you waited tenidean tp and so don't touch, she so so fine, she don't know she so so mine, I just might might go all in, if I miss one more time, one more call one more time, one more call one more time, one more call one more dime, one more call one more time, walderback back back back back back, walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black
[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me
[Cory Gunz:]
Try ya luck, shawdy try ya luck, shake those dice get ottoms up bottoms up bottoms up, pop pop get the bar blowed up, my squad and the cars roll up and the gurls show up cause they all blowed up and they all get money and they all thowe it up, shawdy fold yo deck holder for that malitia soldier bet for bet we do it back to back like we getting mo bucks, you with him you know what he just mad cause we all roll up cause we all showed up looking all grown up and we all getting money and we all thowe it up like ayy bout a stack where all my riders at where my sophisticated mami trying to slide a stack walderback back back back, walderback shawdy know my blackjack game fat as jack black
[Chorus:]
You can gamble on me, if you play yo cards right, shawdy you'll see, hand over your chips and lay em all me, gamble on me, you can gamble on me e e e e e e e, gamble on me if you like your r's put it down for a g, roll with a winner and shawdy you'll see oh oh shawdy, they don't belone, you can gamble on me
I Got Cha lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'm a get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer
Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me
No sweat, to me this is easy
Cause all the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
[Hook x2: Cory Gunz]
Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha
You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha
Yep, and I shot ya
Yep, and I wrote ya
Yep, and we gotcha
Yep, now it's over
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg
Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread
Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said
Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead
I tell it like it is
We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is
We sell it out the fridge
We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids
So fuck you ain't feelin' me
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally
Fuck y'all
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[Cory Gunz:]
It's like, when them rain clouds was above
You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love
But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Don't know what the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm with' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
[Lil' Wayne:]
Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna
I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven
Thou who cometh shall be punished
Dead, gone, run this
Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image
Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage
Him and his politicians, they got sentenced
Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah
[Hook]
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'm a get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby cause an arson
Tell the fire marshall, call the squadron
Me, I'm quite alright, off from Dodgers
Pack your paper, bitch I went back for your pardon
I done hung with the brothers from Hollygrove come for the summer
Them shotties blow, bodies go from the numbers ya hear me
No sweat, to me this is easy
Cause all the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
[Hook x2: Cory Gunz]
Weezy F., you lines crack homie, I gotcha
You tryna get out without a scratch homie, I gotcha
Yep, and I shot ya
Yep, and I wrote ya
Yep, and we gotcha
Yep, now it's over
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
I tell 'em get off my dick, you niggaz can't fuck with me
It's Lil' Wayne and company
You come at me wrong, just another R.I.P. song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya knuckle blade come outta ya leg
Have the whole block mad like you killed Cornbread
Fuck the feds, and you can tell 'em what I said
Fuck a rat, and you can smell 'em when they dead
I tell it like it is
We used to have to spend the whole day choppin' up and now we sell it like it is
We sell it out the fridge
We wrap 'em up in baby strollers, and I know a bitch with 17 kids
So fuck you ain't feelin' me
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire literally
Fuck y'all
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[Cory Gunz:]
It's like, when them rain clouds was above
You couldn't pay anybody to show a nigga love
But now I'm gettin' dug by the real juvenile thugs
On the Island with them toothbrushes comb'll stab slugs
The roughneck types call oxes, Deuce-Deuces
Don't know what the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm with' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
[Lil' Wayne:]
Yo Stunna, and I'm fuckin' with Gunna
I'm hot like I'm fuckin' the summer, or bun in a oven
Thou who cometh shall be punished
Dead, gone, run this
Up in this year, ay Young Co' I had to switch my image
Need to presidate the more folkers don't percentage
Him and his politicians, they got sentenced
Whoever in here not strapped they not with me, yeah
[Hook]
Mr. Fresh lyrics - Cory Gunz
1, 2 buckle my shoe, unlaced ears, lil mama what it do (what u mean?)
What it do to fit you on those jeans,
On your thighs so tight it's like your hips can't breathe
I'm in the spot with my wrist on freeze
N a couple of thugs with a grip on squeeze
Pair of champs on, I get my limp on
Like I get my pimp on play you just bench warm
Summertime my louis flips on
Before I make u wana get your tip on
U said lil ron'names his own
He keeps it fly, I don't knw wat your mans on
See I less see once we get our benz on
U step on my nikes ices with your chin zone
I'm in this game just tryin to get my friends on
And all you blockers get defended
Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]
They like why u gotta be so fly?
Homie I got it from the street no lie
Between me n u shorty I see bare sheets
It must be in opposite the dead sleep
See me pull up in the red jeep
See me hop out with the red sneaks
See me pull up in the blue coup
Rims match the kicks blue boots
See me pull up in some green clean
Prob rockin a pair of mean greens
But you don't know I get green seems
The US prob in the same dream
Heavy glin I make my limousines lean
Ain't no 1 ons we known to intervien
But I swear if I looked u in the face
Itll b like I took a picture in your face
Or rather like Tyson hit u in the face
U waitin to take my shit now this a taste
Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]
You wanna know what I'm about? paper
The way u put your money let ya mouth make-up
I make ya lil mama shell break-up
I'm just a lil fresh spouse taker
Ya sleepin on me homie better wake up
Ya girl just spotted me comin outta jacob
Her thoughts are probably that I got my cake up
My wieghts up I ain't gotta play tough
Pimpin that's just how I'm livin'
Chill in spots u wich u could live in
Sippin' spinnin' women linen
We grindin' shinin' gripin' winnin'
Names exchanged digits are givin'
Slackin my mack nim slippin' my pimin'
Gonna splurge like this shit is tradition
Motha herbs got the chips
Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]
What it do to fit you on those jeans,
On your thighs so tight it's like your hips can't breathe
I'm in the spot with my wrist on freeze
N a couple of thugs with a grip on squeeze
Pair of champs on, I get my limp on
Like I get my pimp on play you just bench warm
Summertime my louis flips on
Before I make u wana get your tip on
U said lil ron'names his own
He keeps it fly, I don't knw wat your mans on
See I less see once we get our benz on
U step on my nikes ices with your chin zone
I'm in this game just tryin to get my friends on
And all you blockers get defended
Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]
They like why u gotta be so fly?
Homie I got it from the street no lie
Between me n u shorty I see bare sheets
It must be in opposite the dead sleep
See me pull up in the red jeep
See me hop out with the red sneaks
See me pull up in the blue coup
Rims match the kicks blue boots
See me pull up in some green clean
Prob rockin a pair of mean greens
But you don't know I get green seems
The US prob in the same dream
Heavy glin I make my limousines lean
Ain't no 1 ons we known to intervien
But I swear if I looked u in the face
Itll b like I took a picture in your face
Or rather like Tyson hit u in the face
U waitin to take my shit now this a taste
Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]
You wanna know what I'm about? paper
The way u put your money let ya mouth make-up
I make ya lil mama shell break-up
I'm just a lil fresh spouse taker
Ya sleepin on me homie better wake up
Ya girl just spotted me comin outta jacob
Her thoughts are probably that I got my cake up
My wieghts up I ain't gotta play tough
Pimpin that's just how I'm livin'
Chill in spots u wich u could live in
Sippin' spinnin' women linen
We grindin' shinin' gripin' winnin'
Names exchanged digits are givin'
Slackin my mack nim slippin' my pimin'
Gonna splurge like this shit is tradition
Motha herbs got the chips
Now ya'll you tell me...
Is the fitted low? YES
Money low? NO
Ice Bright? BRIGHT
Kicks tight? 4 SHO
Game tight? 4 SHO
Haters see me? YES
Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh
Just call me MR. FRESH [x4]
Ok lyrics - Cory Gunz (feat. Raeliss)
I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
[Raeliss:]
Direct deposit, driving porsche
Alexander, Michael Kors
I gave you anything you wanted
But I wasn't the only one (one)
Swear that I didn't know nothin'
You and my boy was fuckin'
Homie been driving my whip
Kissing my bitch in public
But I know now
and its OK, its OK, its OK
its OK, its OK, its OK
You ain't gettin' nothin'
No more whips, No more trips
No more stuntin'
Want no kiss. Want no sex
Want no lovin'
No more this, can't do that
No more nothin' (yea)
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
[Cory Gunz:]
Baby girl tried to hurt my soul
Kicked a nigga out the crib
I was paying all them bills
Made me feel like I ain't worth my clothes
Had to call my nigga Bam, get me out this jam my nigga, I gotta leave this shit
She was getting worked out at work by a floor mopping nigga, you believe this shit? (crazy)
I don't know why this hurt
You know I was doing all kind of dirt
But truthfully honest words, I fell back from the pimping and the karma lurked
I don't give a fuck I got a down bitch
And she's up, what you lost, she found it
Keep a nigga grounded, feed a nigga pound it
I beat it up, then we sleep, then we count this
I take trips on her, she used to trip on me
I put a kiss on her, she put a lick on me
I put this dick on her, and made her stick on me
We all his and hers in your history
I never miss on her, she not a mystery
Everybody know's that she's the miss on me
I ain't shit on you, why you piss on me
Now you all fucked up saying its on me
I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
[Raeliss:]
Direct deposit, driving porsche
Alexander, Michael Kors
I gave you anything you wanted
But I wasn't the only one (one)
Swear that I didn't know nothin'
You and my boy was fuckin'
Homie been driving my whip
Kissing my bitch in public
But I know now
and its OK, its OK, its OK
its OK, its OK, its OK
You ain't gettin' nothin'
No more whips, No more trips
No more stuntin'
Want no kiss. Want no sex
Want no lovin'
No more this, can't do that
No more nothin' (yea)
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
[Cory Gunz:]
Baby girl tried to hurt my soul
Kicked a nigga out the crib
I was paying all them bills
Made me feel like I ain't worth my clothes
Had to call my nigga Bam, get me out this jam my nigga, I gotta leave this shit
She was getting worked out at work by a floor mopping nigga, you believe this shit? (crazy)
I don't know why this hurt
You know I was doing all kind of dirt
But truthfully honest words, I fell back from the pimping and the karma lurked
I don't give a fuck I got a down bitch
And she's up, what you lost, she found it
Keep a nigga grounded, feed a nigga pound it
I beat it up, then we sleep, then we count this
I take trips on her, she used to trip on me
I put a kiss on her, she put a lick on me
I put this dick on her, and made her stick on me
We all his and hers in your history
I never miss on her, she not a mystery
Everybody know's that she's the miss on me
I ain't shit on you, why you piss on me
Now you all fucked up saying its on me
I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
I said I don't want you no more
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
it's OK, its OK, its OK
Ain't trusting you no more
Ain't touching you no more
Ain't fucking you no more
But it's OK, its OK, its OK
I been in the trap cooking work up all day
As long as my blunt's filled with purple its OK
She ain't hit the block, no phone calls all day
Chillin on the block with my new bitch its OK
Richer Than Richie lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Verse 1:]
I got a knock for when I'm ready to yell em some mo, and got a glock but I don't wanna tell em no mo, we got them ketas with Chiquita's fot that medicine flo, and stampedes if your liters movin elephant slo, I get my head in control, that keeps my bread in control, I get control of my bread, and get your head in control, I'm blowin breath in this ho, but I ain't reffin this sho, I'm a be hugh heff in this ro, she gives me pelican throat, u on some delicate shit, I'm on some deli ish shit, u heard the jelly ish fits, and count that 50 so steady, ready for richie and that shotta allota pockets r lookin healthy, I'll sick em with my dollaz and they fittin more than collars, look at me little c from corner 1-7-3, no it's g-u-n-z, oh lawdy don't let it be, we put that on dem nickels we hard as Eskimo nipples, when told to let go that pistol I'm firin this shit cause I'm tryna get.
[Verse 2:]
I kno aerobics ain't showin in valleys no mo, and some hydrolics will drop u like a cali lo-lo, I got a knock thall flood ya block with hella po-po, but bet my choppa make dey choppa not propella no mo, and then I wheel that 4, 4, in the sky like hell they gone go, when I get buck they say we ain't gone hang them linens no mo, underline my plan in low dose, wonder how my plan is gone go, [?]
See the lil nigga with the broke ho, I'm prollt the nigga u should get the do do, with a pocket full of money, and a Rockefeller dummy, so the cops wanna run me up but don't kno, but I will keep my hand on my hip and u will dip when I dip, for tryna nip on my chips and getting grip on my grip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my drip, militia click in this bitch we keep a clip on equip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my drip, militia click in this bitch, we keep a clip on equip.tryna get.
I got a knock for when I'm ready to yell em some mo, and got a glock but I don't wanna tell em no mo, we got them ketas with Chiquita's fot that medicine flo, and stampedes if your liters movin elephant slo, I get my head in control, that keeps my bread in control, I get control of my bread, and get your head in control, I'm blowin breath in this ho, but I ain't reffin this sho, I'm a be hugh heff in this ro, she gives me pelican throat, u on some delicate shit, I'm on some deli ish shit, u heard the jelly ish fits, and count that 50 so steady, ready for richie and that shotta allota pockets r lookin healthy, I'll sick em with my dollaz and they fittin more than collars, look at me little c from corner 1-7-3, no it's g-u-n-z, oh lawdy don't let it be, we put that on dem nickels we hard as Eskimo nipples, when told to let go that pistol I'm firin this shit cause I'm tryna get.
[Verse 2:]
I kno aerobics ain't showin in valleys no mo, and some hydrolics will drop u like a cali lo-lo, I got a knock thall flood ya block with hella po-po, but bet my choppa make dey choppa not propella no mo, and then I wheel that 4, 4, in the sky like hell they gone go, when I get buck they say we ain't gone hang them linens no mo, underline my plan in low dose, wonder how my plan is gone go, [?]
See the lil nigga with the broke ho, I'm prollt the nigga u should get the do do, with a pocket full of money, and a Rockefeller dummy, so the cops wanna run me up but don't kno, but I will keep my hand on my hip and u will dip when I dip, for tryna nip on my chips and getting grip on my grip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my drip, militia click in this bitch we keep a clip on equip, there's so much lip on my tip, these chickens sip on my drip, militia click in this bitch, we keep a clip on equip.tryna get.
Struggle lyrics - Cory Gunz
[Intro:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga,
They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger.
Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas,
So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga.
My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive,
They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die.
Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind
With their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide.
Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes,
Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try,
My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye,
I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie.
My head up to the sky, when I pray at night I cry,
And ask father why he even bothered with my life.
Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me then you know
You feel the struggle when we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle.
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga.
For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga.
Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin.
Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining.
Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block,
Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots.
I knew alotta legends that retired on my block,
Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block.
But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die,
I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize.
Militia get this money, B-X where I reside.
No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line.
They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line.
You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who liein,
Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me,
Then you know you feel the struggle
When we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga,
They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger.
Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas,
So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga.
My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive,
They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die.
Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind
With their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide.
Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes,
Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try,
My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye,
I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie.
My head up to the sky, when I pray at night I cry,
And ask father why he even bothered with my life.
Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me then you know
You feel the struggle when we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle.
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga.
For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga.
Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin.
Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining.
Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block,
Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots.
I knew alotta legends that retired on my block,
Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block.
But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die,
I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize.
Militia get this money, B-X where I reside.
No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line.
They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line.
You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who liein,
Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble,
If you feel me when you hear me,
Then you know you feel the struggle
When we struggle cause...
[Chorus:]
Momma went and made a thug nigga,
And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer.
My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle,
In time you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle.
My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle
My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle,
In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle
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