CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Talking About Practice
You best practice
Practice, talkin' about practice?
Talkin' about practice?
You're in a house, maybe your own
Maybe one you've never seen before
You feel it, something evil
You run, but there's no escape
Nowhere to turn
Yo, yo, yo
Quit talkin' that sh*t, still walkin' that sh*t
Yo, yo, yo
Don't know what the f**k n***as thought
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I know n***as 16 that's pumpin' two hundred cracks a day
That's a rack a day, you do it right
I told 'em keep the tool at night
Trife livin' what I'm built on
The money real tall like it got stilts on
You know the streets cold, go put your quilt on
I get you killed off a consignment pack
Now, n***a, tell me if your pride worth it
Catch me with your wife lurkin'
Some city, doin' the side block
Gettin' sucked through my boxer briefs
They see me and they spot a chief
Bumpin' Bootsy Collins in a guava feet, you n***as know who it is
Face on a warning poster, Billy the Kid
Might wheelie the bike through the opp block
The clique construction workers by the way we chop rock
You'd think it's Notre Dame, I'm hunchback over a plate of 'caine
I'm tryna make it twerk like Miley Cyrus
Interfere, then find some dirt to dive in
My phone jumpin' out the gym
I'm pullin' up like 007, them b*t*hes know it's him
It's no mistakin', hardly taken lightly
The drugs is harder than a right from Tyson, taken nightly
I ain't polite, don't assume so
The .40 on my belt, so I suggest that you move slow
With two hoes whose faces in the magazines
Stackin' green, I turn your brain into scattered dreams
Pack of thieves who I roll with, maintain control of this sh*t
Who let these broke n***as in, we need a toll in this b*t*h
Two-steppin' with the devil, and she fine
Only thing I'm thinkin', should I make her mine
Wine and dine her, tryna get behind her
Remind her, I'd do anything for the commas
I'm a mobster to the bone marrow
Corleone's son, he gripping on the .44 handle
Bag the sh*t, just what I'm makin', all the money's what I'm takin'
All you pu**y n***as doing is really fakin', it's Dolla
Practice, talkin' about practice?
Talkin' about practice?
You're in a house, maybe your own
Maybe one you've never seen before
You feel it, something evil
You run, but there's no escape
Nowhere to turn
Yo, yo, yo
Quit talkin' that sh*t, still walkin' that sh*t
Yo, yo, yo
Don't know what the f**k n***as thought
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I know n***as 16 that's pumpin' two hundred cracks a day
That's a rack a day, you do it right
I told 'em keep the tool at night
Trife livin' what I'm built on
The money real tall like it got stilts on
You know the streets cold, go put your quilt on
I get you killed off a consignment pack
Now, n***a, tell me if your pride worth it
Catch me with your wife lurkin'
Some city, doin' the side block
Gettin' sucked through my boxer briefs
They see me and they spot a chief
Bumpin' Bootsy Collins in a guava feet, you n***as know who it is
Face on a warning poster, Billy the Kid
Might wheelie the bike through the opp block
The clique construction workers by the way we chop rock
You'd think it's Notre Dame, I'm hunchback over a plate of 'caine
I'm tryna make it twerk like Miley Cyrus
Interfere, then find some dirt to dive in
My phone jumpin' out the gym
I'm pullin' up like 007, them b*t*hes know it's him
It's no mistakin', hardly taken lightly
The drugs is harder than a right from Tyson, taken nightly
I ain't polite, don't assume so
The .40 on my belt, so I suggest that you move slow
With two hoes whose faces in the magazines
Stackin' green, I turn your brain into scattered dreams
Pack of thieves who I roll with, maintain control of this sh*t
Who let these broke n***as in, we need a toll in this b*t*h
Two-steppin' with the devil, and she fine
Only thing I'm thinkin', should I make her mine
Wine and dine her, tryna get behind her
Remind her, I'd do anything for the commas
I'm a mobster to the bone marrow
Corleone's son, he gripping on the .44 handle
Bag the sh*t, just what I'm makin', all the money's what I'm takin'
All you pu**y n***as doing is really fakin', it's Dolla
