For My Rock & Rollers (freeflow)

Them boys on that damn, what, cane
Know that shit, really, what, mane
Get 'em, on, another zone, you know
So I, just let, them niccas go
Now, we go up in this game like that
H-town we always bringing them stacks
I'm in Louisiana doing my thang
I see this nicca mane
He say-he mane from Galveston
Yo, fa sho', that happened
Then, I let a nicca know, I'm rapping
Shot him some cds, did what we gotta do
Nicca, I'mma tell you, this story is true
So we gotta go get this cash yeah
I'm a tell ya go get that cash nicca
Go get that money
Shout out to The Sunny
I'm a shot to the streets
Straight from the dome, I hear em
Just like the intermission, it's 3 for your Dome

It's the go getta, see this about 15 niccas up in this game
Radio just playing wit a nicca
Won't let a nicca get in they zone, I see ya, yeah
All you niccas that's thinking it's a game
Yeah boy, them boys gone snatch yo cash
Holla out to D, I call that boy Range
Yeah, a lotta thangs done changed
So, in this money Mane, we gotta go get it
Listen to the words that I'm really speaking
Cuz, If you gone do something wrong
Make sure yo folks eat homes
Don't really play with this mane, yeah
Don't really play with this Mane
I'm just in yo head
Trying to figure out what a nicca just said
I'm just telling you something
Listen to a nicca, them niccas be fronting
They playa faking, they acting like they yo homies
Them niccas is waiting, lurking in the bushes
Trying to peep you, see you, yeah they looking, for real
You Better keep that steel
When you Hummer rolling
If you rolling showly
You better watch them streets
You at the red light, all around you peep
It could be them bums
Come straight up to you and put one in your lungs
Now you sitting dead
And all the cash you had nicca, is red
Blood stained and gone
Cause a dope fiend then took that shit home
So, watch where you roam
Cause one damn you here, and one day you're gone
And I ain't ending my days
Cause I'm a be here playa made with a tight fade
Nol, I'm a have a fro with Braids
Gray and black staying playa made
Yeah I give a smile out
That's what I'm talking about, I'm in your ear right
I'm just doing something for ya, show you how
This game you, can't play nothing on me
Cause we peep to see, see everything you do
You looking at me, I'm looking at you too, for real
Just let this beat gone through



Credits
Writer(s): Duane Brisco
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