MO3 - And I lyrics
[MO3 - And I lyrics]
Can I tell my side of a street nigga yeah
Yeah oh can I tell my side
On the block from 9 to 5 we getting paper in
The middle of the jungle with
That burner on me
For them long nights we grind
Cause we had nothing
Look I just want that money
Stuff them hundreds on me
My partner lost his mind
When he switched sides
Now he crossed the line
But I just want that bread
And niggas want me dead (yeah)
Give a fuck bout what they said
I'm yelling "Fuck the rest"
Its like they wanna take from me
Ever since that I came they
Putting dirt on my name
In public they don't say nothing
Cause they know I'm with the shit's
This 40 came with a dick head
Came up from nothing from that
Two piece of chicken but
Niggas I love they hate the
Fact that I'm getting rich
But what goes around comes around
Gotta watch my back cause they
Plotting to gun me down
I'm going through this day after day
I kept it real with you bitches
I would've killed for my niggas
Its funny how people change on me
And this the story of my life cross
My heart and hope to die
And I ima keep it gangsta till the day I die
And I could never be a snitch without
No paperwork they tellin lies
And nigga this time
Oh I'm pullin up it's homicide
Ima shut it down and I
Know they gone hate on 3 for whatever
They think they be playing crazy
Boy fuck that lil 380 FNN in my jeans
When I unload shoot this bitch and
Aim it yelling "fuck who
And all they came with" hope
They die that's on me
And bitch it's homicide when I get out
Just don't testify
Niggas plot on me get shot in
They sleep solo mission I'm gone
Give a fuck who rock with 3 all I got
Is me I did this shit on my own
They say you wrong, that nigga did it
Niggas ain't getting it how
They say they living sound like a bitch and
Some messy hoe business
Won't catch me riding with a
Messy hoe with me its a collision
Love my religion
Elijah Muhammad tell Allah I'm with it
Due to the fact that my soul is so wicked
Break on a bitch I got hoes on restriction
(Hey)
And I ima keep it gangsta till the day I die
And I could never be a snitch without
No paperwork they tellin lies
And nigga this time
Oh I'm pullin up it's homicide
Ima shut it down and I
Know they gone hate on 3 for whatever
Yeah oh can I tell my side
On the block from 9 to 5 we getting paper in
The middle of the jungle with
That burner on me
For them long nights we grind
Cause we had nothing
Look I just want that money
Stuff them hundreds on me
My partner lost his mind
When he switched sides
Now he crossed the line
But I just want that bread
And niggas want me dead (yeah)
Give a fuck bout what they said
I'm yelling "Fuck the rest"
Its like they wanna take from me
Ever since that I came they
Putting dirt on my name
In public they don't say nothing
Cause they know I'm with the shit's
This 40 came with a dick head
Came up from nothing from that
Two piece of chicken but
Niggas I love they hate the
Fact that I'm getting rich
But what goes around comes around
Gotta watch my back cause they
Plotting to gun me down
I'm going through this day after day
I kept it real with you bitches
I would've killed for my niggas
Its funny how people change on me
And this the story of my life cross
My heart and hope to die
And I ima keep it gangsta till the day I die
And I could never be a snitch without
No paperwork they tellin lies
And nigga this time
Oh I'm pullin up it's homicide
Ima shut it down and I
Know they gone hate on 3 for whatever
They think they be playing crazy
Boy fuck that lil 380 FNN in my jeans
When I unload shoot this bitch and
Aim it yelling "fuck who
And all they came with" hope
They die that's on me
And bitch it's homicide when I get out
Just don't testify
Niggas plot on me get shot in
They sleep solo mission I'm gone
Give a fuck who rock with 3 all I got
Is me I did this shit on my own
They say you wrong, that nigga did it
Niggas ain't getting it how
They say they living sound like a bitch and
Some messy hoe business
Won't catch me riding with a
Messy hoe with me its a collision
Love my religion
Elijah Muhammad tell Allah I'm with it
Due to the fact that my soul is so wicked
Break on a bitch I got hoes on restriction
(Hey)
And I ima keep it gangsta till the day I die
And I could never be a snitch without
No paperwork they tellin lies
And nigga this time
Oh I'm pullin up it's homicide
Ima shut it down and I
Know they gone hate on 3 for whatever