terms and conditions - boldy james & conductor williams lyrics
[intro]
(conductor, we have a problem)
it’s mafia, what else? (whole lot of gang sh*t)
yeah
it’s action
jackson (the one and only)
yeah
let’s get it (uh*uh, uh)
[verse 1]
i can’t stress it enough
it’s 227 ’til a n*gga fade to black (uh*huh)
made it back in one piece
eighty racks in one week off a field goal
i kicked it with a three and it still sold
young at heart, but all that runnin’ the street made me feel old
(where we at?)
was taught to always be the message i bring
pulled the sword from the stone
some n*ggas’ll never be king (uh*uh)
could nevеr compete
they know thе flow is rather unique (blocks)
i kept the receipts
most of these n*ggas never was street (let’s get it)
forever some curves
your b*tch know that i never was hers (uh)
since i jumped off the porch, been ahead of the curb
‘rex in the sink, this sh*t look like it took me at the altar (skrrt)
quarter brick of girlie
cuttin’ up a cookie on the saucer (what else?)
stormin’ on the dice, full force, i’m like a tidal wave
owe my auntie adrien for me shortin’ out her microwave
227*50*z, n*ggas know we thick as thieves
real street n*ggas, never ratted, never bit the cheese (not at all)
[chorus]
the first brick i ever touched was the worst brick (uh*huh)
i always shook the plug hand with a firm grip (it’s on)
knew i wanted to be the man when i turned six
been havin’ murder on my mind since they murked rick (let’s get it)
got it out my system after i pulled that first skit (where we at?)
the first trip i ever took, we had to work shifts
still expectin’ me out, a n*gga still ain’t learn sh*t (haha)
just some of the things that i had to come to terms with (joke’s on you, jack)
[verse 2]
300 racks in the duffy, i breed puppies
$3,000 pa leather, i feel like t*stuckey
the last dime, fifteen for a halftime
sold dope all of my life, i used to rap as a pastime (where we at?)
when it come to f*ckin’ with women
street life and this money i’m gettin’ (it’s blocks)
sh*t, you know me, i like the fast kind (skrrt)
many got left hung out to dry, even strung out
[?] had a 20*year run out of one house (yeah)
before the papers came, was fightin’ floaters like a paper plane
know i been through worse, why i can’t complain (the jack god)
take the game with a grain of salt by the tablespoon (uh)
fiends dancin’ to the beat of my drum was my favorite tune (let’s get it)
lady petunia on the corner, my busy team (ayy)
n*gga play with that tuna, we gon’ blow him to smithereens
learned how to peddle drugs ‘fore i learned how to ride a bike
blow strong as a quarter stick, signin’ out j.j. “dynomite” (blockworks)
[chorus]
the first brick i ever touched was the worst brick
i always shook the plug hand with a firm grip
knew i wanted to be the man when i turned six
been havin’ murder on my mind since they murked rick
got it out my system after i pulled that first skit
the first trip i ever took, we had to work shifts
still expectin’ me out, a n*gga still ain’t learn sh*t
just some of the things that i had to come to terms with
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