Hennessey (Feat. Obie Trice)

uh you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours { } I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours I gotta get mine, get yoursay yo smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be {o thats the way it is} fuck yea and thats the way its gonna be why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew taking names and after that im kickin ass too. breed,kinda of tha{can i get a ryhme to go} hey yo pac ill set back and design it slow. they hate to see a young nigga,COME UP another punk,RUN UP and have to get his,GUN UP cause um i aint takin no shorts,like a newport,explortin the fully joint and explodin on the whole court. and i dont wanna be,wanna be,nuttin like mike cause even mike dont miss every itty bitty triflin and when you in the spotlight,you get um jocked right but your lifes not tight. buckin anybody forbed mine when will they relize,im set out to get mine i keep my mind on my money,money on my mind finga on the trigga,nigga,hand on my nine smokin blunts a skunk,makin hoes of punks and only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk live my life as a hustla,high till i die meetin bitches,gettin riches,miss me when lie picture me living out my life as a busta i ratha pop out a shot out my glock,and blast muthafuckas i live that thug life baby im hopeless,chokin off indo tryin to keep my focus dont let that bullshit worry me,fuck the fame,im true to the game till they bury me God gave me game so im hustlin,pour out some liqour for my niggas 2pac is still strugglin my niggga breed new the time,wether its ryhme or crime,nigga,i gotta get mine { }x6 ??? now let me rushing threw your mind,im balla is what i keep gettin everytime i pick up the mic and start spittin the sidewalk of new york will start bumpin jumpin around,with the muthafuckin pound and im down to the fullest,and breakin niggas ass off proper did you right,thats right,cause i got you in my pocket again the new jacks,the new jacks,use to be my niggas when i ran way back when i boasted,and roasted,and coasted to the clinical cause ill do it again. like percision,cut the two lines in the division. plus,what i add loose as flutes. its gaming foe sale like prostitutes. i never had love for hoes,to put it blunt. they want me in the back,but bitch im in the front. dont front,and really i dont need a reply. pull yourself together as you pass me bye. im on a whole nother level,them hoes is left i told you befoe,keep ya pussy to yourself goodbye,some many niggas lied to have funny what a muthafucka do for math i got rats caught up in my everday actions,point equal to your realist satisfaction buckin anybody that forbid mine when will they reelize,im set out to gwt mineEternally thug nigga Hilfigure made by Tommy so when I speak hope to reach my ? mommy oh come to poppy I love it when you sweat ? ? ? more peeps until I come to wake no one can stop me my bump and grind coming through ya everytime come get a blast of this thu passion it'll blow your mind hey throw up your ? ? your shit around my back it's a westside bang fucking hoes around the map ? get down with Tupac while I'm ? out ? while they suduce my jimmy I'll be screaming give me body make then hoes scream my name out give me my ? and don't cha ? ? thug nigga ? ? ? I'm at the freaking parade I'm watching caramel bitches play get with real niggas bullshitting never get your pay this is the dream of a black tenn ? ? hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend now come onHahaha, right Thug for life nigga Can't you read the signs? Mobbin like a motherfucker, stuck, can you picture middle finger out the window gettin fucked off, liquor Get loaded, can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bozack to the hoe-stack, that's fo' sho' black So be a mack and keep ya dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a co-down, soon bounced to a ki' You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young motherfucker doin dirt And now I'm in the rap game, like the crack game, I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug motherfuckers wanna have fun Stuck in, buckin my motherfuckin Magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus, bust shots at my adversaries, them niggaz scurry Pick a spot to be buried cause I'll be buckin in a fuckin hurry Thug for life, high 'til I die When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em Game, thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake, bitches And jealous motherfuckers can't see T