Beautiful Noise

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Charlemagne, told ya, I got ya, nigga, holla
 My homey, Cash, well, he gone for five
 Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be goin' for mine
 Shit, we live life to the fullest
 365 nights on the strike
 That's a bullet
 Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change
 And it feels like the garbage truck just dumpin' the pain
 All on my shoulders, I'm warnin' my soldiers
 The nights could get chilly, the morning's much colder
 I've seen summers get cold
 And niggas do it up until the point and they done and they fold
 They can't succumb to the cold
 Toes are frostbitten, up north sittin'
 Just like some fuckin' lost kittens
 They get locked up for carryin', boy
 Doin' time underground, up in Marion, boy
 Shit, I respect you
 You do your time like Gotti
 And come home like that Marion boy, holla
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em)
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em, hug'em)
 I gotta keep strivin', I gotta keep movin'
 I gotta keep grindin', If this was the road and I was a trucker
 Well shit, man, I gotta keep drivin' (goin' my way)
 Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection
 I'm an insomnia addict, up all night, Pops and Moms was an addict
 Shit, my puffin' scums is a habit
 I need me a contingency plan
 Pops with the syringe in his hand
 He was leanin' and noddin'
 Uncle Ricky, your mission is like Afeni was Robin
 Shit, you should've seen the apartment
 All I ever wanted was franks and beans, I was starvin'
 Crack fiends on the carpet, shit
 But if it wasn't for grandma, I swear
 I'm in love with my grandma, that's why I only does it for grandma
 That's when I roll in the street, I pray
 She covers me from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em)
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em)
 I figured it's means as a minor, look at the foods and fibers
 The dude with the cubes will snipe ya
 More tools then snider, exclusive writer
 The jewels are fire, I learned don't fool with rider from Pop
 I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver
 Two tires, two pliers, a wrench an' a few wires, shit
 I take them all from the buyers
 Far fire, all from a lighter, call me MacGyver
 Need a rehab, I'll call up Shania
 Bitch, hungry? Good, we gonna stall in papayas
 Take your recession special, yeah, you less then special
 Me an' Jim Jones, extra special, check it
 Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja
 Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y
 Doggy, you next up, get your respect up
 Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck
 Them big heads done pushed me
 You gotta be sex, dickheads is pussy, Killa
 I bring the hammers to the gunfight
 One night stand, only standin' for one night
 Doggy, 'cause when it come to that cash
 No, homo, I will jump in that ass, jumpin' jack flash
 Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit, jump back for the coroner
 I have you jump in that bag, come with that cash
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em)
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em)
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em)
 You got weed? (Smoke it)
 You got dice? (Roll it)
 You got guns? (Shoot it)
 You got a ho? (Stroke it)
 You got money? (Spend it)
 You got cars? (Whip 'em)
 You caught a bid? (Do it)
 You got kids? (Love 'em, hug 'em)
 

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Duration
04:39
Tempo
160 BPM

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