the furl and pumped hero Red and grey Macs Keep it clean as Ajax Ghettos sling cracks While u niggas pay tax Now how ghetto is this u can catch me in your hallway
meaning approaching hyper-distillation and once upon a time we were moonshine rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway
dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark hallway
local drug cats to kids in front of the store Number runners, gangbangers and the big money spenders Reality check rings as we descend from the king [Grand
Come on home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it Every hallway
before, he even have to know A weddin' ring ain't somethin' I'ma hand the hoe Do money grow on trees? nigga the answers no I treat g's like seeds get a grand
Weeded up, I'm on the 12 o'clock news, screaming 'what' Rapper Cilvaringz signed deals with Wu-Tang And blows mega two grand, the show, dumb-diddy-dumb
ways, to get paper man Nigga came up quick, off in the Cloverland And the way I came up, you can't understand Nigga turned a hundred ones, to a hundred grand
trapped up in the building But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats And I run up in the rab hole Run through the hallway See police
[French Montana:] Huh Huhhh (huh) Uh (uh) Uh [Verse 1: French montana] 100 grand, rubber band A nigga low, a wanted man Sure you're right, I know ya
the heat is too hot And cookin the pot is the I dot U dot And I.U. is the name they call me The six foot tall grand daddy of em all, gee I'm comin atcha
button! Hah! Yeah You know time is it [x3] Check it check it check it out yo Check I beg your pardon who's the one with the roughness? Super extra toughness, Grand
Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice Slimey like a catfish, dollers in the mattress A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee Grand-high count
Concret Treat You Like a [? ] This Pyroclastic Flow That I Lay Will Turn This Fucking Boof Into Pompai Now What Will I Do In Broad Day Turn Broadway Into A Hallway
was, It was Alright, It was Ok I'll paint my life before I loved you There were, never pictures in the hallway There were no fireworks. There was no grand
fall asleep [Bridge:] Once upon a time, not long ago Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po' [Verse 3:] With fifteen in the clip and one in the hold Hallway
woke up to a grand commotion. And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets And whipped the door from its lock, and rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway
