Max B - Rosary lyrics

Verse 1 I try to tell em it was real, My n***a he wouldn't listen Now he set up wit 10 to 20, Sitten up in the prision Just finished readin ya kype It said "Max you gon' be alright... Just hold ya head and continue to write Continue to fight" They need me n***a this ain't a free-bee Biggavel rated R yall n***as is PG We push the sixes, Wit the gat in the back Never fallin off , Never got slack in my mac All ya b**hes they attracted to Max All they wanna do is s** a dick Boss Don pimp I'm on sum other sh** Gettin this money reapin the benefits im lovin it Thuggin it, sizzurp and remy baby I f**s wit it I ain't tryna bluff wit the tooley, Baby im bussin it Tie em up and beat until we think its enough of it And I ain't done wit it, M.O.B n***a I ain't cuffin it The block's still hot, I ain't huggin it (nawwhh) (chorus) n***a you better grip ya rosaries If you think of gettin close to me I'mma fix a n***a up I'mma hit the n***a up The fifth lift a n***a up owwwww n***a you better grip ya rosaries If you think of gettin close to me I'mma fix a n***a up I'mma hit the n***a up The fifth lift a n***a up owwwww (Bridge) This for my n***as in the can My n***as thats doin' time Hustlin for corner to corner My n***as on the grind Hold ya head lil n***a, You'll get ya time Hold ya head lil n***a, You'll get ya shine Stick up kids run the streets Then be grown be on the phone n***a run up on ya home put 3 in ya dome Put 7 on the pinky, Put 3 on the stone You better leave them boys alone Verse 2 This sh** is gettin lovely My n***as they gettin ugly Screamin they gettin hungry for chow And these n***as they gettin money It's kinda funny, I managed to live it lavish Couldn't get a couple dollars from n***as when I ain't have it Now I'm takin trips out to paris, Flyin into da night G-550 45 hundred a flight, least 9-50 45 hundred a flight Baby lick da balls let it glide under the pipe You see me on my pimp strut See me wit the fifth tucked See me back it out when there drama and let the sh** bust (nawwhh , nuhh-uh) I ain't never b**h up Cops tryna connect me to murder, they say they got my picture Give a hundred grand to them b**hes Tell em hit the buildin This the first of the month, baby we fittina make a k**in (yeaa) I make it look it easy, I know yo n***as hate me Eat a dick and get you a glance of the milliow dollar baby (owwwwww) (chorus) Verse 3 My honeys they tell me im in my swag Got the piff lit while she blowin me in her jag Baby this dick it cost it cost a g Gimmie money for cabs Cause M-luddie on the corner He need sum money for slabs They love my music, They say its a good look Keep ya bars up to speed, And you stay wit sum good hooks Lemme show you the definiton of a thug We make it rain and get it poppin everytime we in the club (Bridge) (chorus) Outro Yea f**in wit this one baby... got the game kinda off balance right now But you kno..... keep up the speed.. doin it for Gaine Greene ya kno Dipset...Its Ya boy Biggavel just displayin my Versatility gotta love it Say it to em again baby, talk to em (chorus)