Blade Icewood - Fa Sho lyrics
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[ Talking ] Yeah, though i walk alone The shadow doubts of steps looking to come for us but too many people come around for the same reasons We all go down to the faces of the law run around scared like little...never come up Stay broke forever.... [ Verse 1 ] If u catch me towing weight in any city or state 'cause my hustle will never stop like a car on bad breaks A jar with no shake, makes it come back gravy when u using A1, the fiends come back crazy the blaze be quick, u need a scope and a beam I be in O.C.J. sporting blues and gray get out the next day, AK your brains nigga saying u have to see hova, and i ain't talking 'bout jigga have ya boys on the block, pissed pouring out liquor sporting white tees with ya face all on the picture and if u live it's guaranteed that the dot gone stitch ya get ya main hoe to love me, cut, soon as i hit her you know how Blade get down, flood the city with pounds Pushing in the Caddy drug Thirty G's on the sounds or spinning rims bigger then the table u eat dinner on See i'm getting money that's the type of shit i spend it on [ Hook ] If your money right (that's fa sho) If you a boss out here (that's fa sho) tell boys when u ride (that's fa sho) keep a heater on your side (that's fa sho) you know my name mean money dog (uh huh) and yeah this a throw they hands up (throw ya hands up) or banging this in they ride or rolling down the nine five [ Verse 2 ] It's real life here dog, this ain't no movie so much work when i cook up i use a jacuzzi silencer uzi, so i can hit u quiet but quick (shhh) what up to my dogs locked down, rook, jesse, and rick dogg, i've been getting cheese since the early nineties (uh huh) In the D it's gutta dog, even the hoes is grimey see every second counts so my time is precious turn my watch into a castle and filled it with prince's commissary, safe code, i was up in the pod Eighty-seven chevy, Fifty G's in my garage and if i put my hand's on u it won't be a massage (uh uhn) fuck with me get smoked quicker than a weeded cigar Should've kept ya mouth shut now look what happened adding up my bank damn all this from rapping pimp, i got old stacks i ain't touched in years everywhere scream my name like norman cheers (blaaaade!!!) I be at the Lion's game drunk off plenty of beers Use to be the Silverdome, now we at Ford Field After words, hit the network with Kiahn grille I represent the money getting, Detroit niggaz for real [ Hook ] [ Verse 3 ] I've been in the studio with all types of emcees some from Cali, N.O., to NYC gangsta got cheese, still gank ya nigga original Chedda Boys ?cause our bank is bigger (yeah) I don't sport ice no more, i sport frost, i'ma boss run that nigga, fuck what it cost took a little loss bounced back quicker than a dribble filled my crib with flat screens since my bank done tripled riding like i'm crippled, roll more than a wheelchair put niggas down harder then hits from a steel chair and im in a big move, six figures a flip and i keep low pro so the feds won't trip Then dip to a island for a nice vacation got a hand clap longer then a standing ovation Getting cheese by any means, that's my occupation sell dope, a little real estate and rock it on stations Cartier watch look like a iced dog cage money counters with a mapper i be countin�a days purple haze, ghanz, drow, don't smoke no bamma put ya ass six feet like the old Jordan Jammer [ Hook ] (Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)
