Sha Money XL - Ma**ive lyrics

[Verse One] Y'all dudes be sick We wilding after dark Smoking on them thangs, body swings in the park With remarks on philosophy and conversation spark We kick on everything from y'all cats to how my dogs bark I try to say something smart, sound stupid I'm drunk out my mind, I can't do it Cause I'm influenced by my homies Who know me since the impressionable years When everything I hear infected my young ears Like the other night when we hung there Tripping off beer I learned something new About what I don't do but won't care Disrespect the knowledge, streets is universal college From a notty head professor, you just might be astonished That's my bredren Good friend from small children That we was Brothers by no blood I call him "Cuz" From Gumby flat tops, dumb jokes and peach fuzz Just yell when the bell don't buzz Yo, son I'll be there with these when you touch beats no gloves Just boxing Show 'em what my ma**ive's really made of Oh excuse the yardy in me, chill back to love Of my life, hood hanging there, hard rocking the club (Get money, get booties) I bet I be the richest and if not You looking now, you took many mental pictures of my progress The competition's harmless I quote you Remember those, it's not a joke duke, you're suppose to Stick to the code, yo we all in for one And I gots to get down or it ain't no fun For real I love my n***as for every ghetto blessing And every little lesson on how to live life [Hook] {x2} To my crazy a** n***as Credit is due Ain't nothing but love for all ma**ive and crew I don't forget nothing From the new to the old I'll remember all the times and I won't forget a soul [Verse Two] I ain't gon' front Y'all n***as put me on about 'nuff (X amount of tings) That gwan so I don't gwan like I'm tough With all this rudebwoy stuff I'm on some grown man plans with hands in real estate lands To reinstate my real mans Up in society But bump that, son stay as you is Just support your young dawg up in this rap and showbiz Like you said you would Over that back wood weed If we all try to make it maybe one will succeed It may be me and if so Just make sure I don't forget These days without no dollars, I won't change and you can bet Up on the crew, Live And Stinkin', hot sweat getting twisted We had our little somethings And always shared and never sh** on each other I will stay my brother's keeper like my mother Had you (and her other two) Check the sentimental value Word to me and you All praise to God like true But thank a small few Mad credit is due So yo, stick to the code, yo we all in for one And I gots to get down or it ain't no fun For real I love my n***as for every ghetto blessing And every little lesson on how to live life [Hook]