Tradução: No ID. El peso real.
me and my man NO I.D. Penetrate and carry real weight [Hook:] Invisible forces control all you see Good life and luxury comes naturally It's the real weight I
a new mixtape, I got a call from Lupe But I did it for the love, no check, mate [Dosage:] When people said I couldn't, I wouldn't, I made 'em believers
You Just A Potty Mouth Like Andrew Dice Clay I Pop Collars On Niggas, I Drop Dollars On Niggas I Jell O's Together I Bill Cosby On Niggas Got You Lost
when I rap I surprise 'em Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins I'm here now, y'all supposed
I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
me for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get dashed and crunk I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now I hooked up wit game Real nigga with
could ease me of this pain. I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine. If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk, Then I'd try to make you mine
I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfucker's die It's not the way I wanna live
and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches [Chorus] [E.D.I.] That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope
and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die
out, rollin down a dirt road But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh
cracked in half you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed
my upbringin, I spit that thug shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers
know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don
I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my