CashMoneyAP - 1992 In ALBEE Square Mall lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Should have been here for dapper dan Pork and Beans and franks turned to rack of lamb Mom and pops went their separate ways Me and dad had A man to man We trained A b**h when I was 14 Been ballin like A sports team Daddy died I barely cried "Get money n***a" I could hear him now Momma died the family broke up Dee was in jail when I woke up Me and dayo smoking nae nae roaches We ain't know how to roll up Sneaking playing uncle al equipment I was just tryna blow up Bugle boy wasn't cuttin it then started asking momma for polos It was kinda crazy went designer crazy Wanted guess this she like oh no So school I was barely there Summer school was like every year Got sent to lefferts Now that I think about it I can see it clear tho It was me and sharood robbing n***as in mr hero Me and razor throwing sh** off the roof They call the cops and we have to run Member dee and shawn came to the crib with that bag of guns and I asked for one Uncle true in A wheelchair n***a should be millionaire Night club was bentleys ask the rich n***as he was in there Bally sh** Sergio tacchini If you had A caddy it was like A Bentley Wavy heads make you sea sick Le coq sportif sh** 2947 west 23rd they was servin early Elevator broke gotta stair straight Junkies all in the iron stair case Only white face was old lady rose Whinos on that wild Irish rose Near the trash can with the sticks in it on fire huddled cuz the kinda cold That's was when I linked torae had pos and neg we was tryna flow But my older cousins was stealing cars and snatching purses I was tryna go Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Seen my uncle turn soft to hard that was building two apartment 4R He couldn't walk or ain't have a job I saw that n***a by a sports car Moved to Flatbush back in 91 More shots then a sports bar On god had to be hard just to be in al b square mall If you copping sh** had to be even harder A lot of n***as ain't see tomorrow Triple fat goose They seen you coming If you beefin n***a have the heater on you Stay woke keep your eyes open Best believe they not sleeping on you When you try to creep out that back door then fort green n***as start squeezing on you Things happen All time catching dollar vans up to kings plazas Smoking big blunts in kenmore n***as strapped up like been Ladin I was just a lil n***a Wildin catching doctors coming outta kings county Whole lotta done got slashed at the skating rink on empire Back then all we smoked was chocolate the Jamaican n***as had the big bags On Church Ave in the back of jerk smoke so much weed need to rehab That was down the street from Golden crust Smoking backwoods stop smoking ditches Super had the super stupid bags had the strip in the cobra clutch Was Wit Armando doing strong arms late nights in corona queens We'll do a sting hit the get away All tinted up they ain't know a thang Wit Each step we was cheating d**h I promise I ain't know it then Pa**ing moms on her way to work she like boy where you get that gold ring Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah