lud foe – that be me lyrics
[intro: lud foe]
ayy
gang, gang
ysn street n-gga, out west money b-tch
straight gang sh-t, ayy, ayy
[verse 1: lud foe]
i was down to my last, n-gga i was down bad
had two dollars in my pocket, spent it on a black mask
b-tch i hang around with robbers, don’t be the victim
i couldn’t work a job ’cause i’m in the system
i got my revolver, tryna catch you slippin’
i didn’t even call her, i kept it pimpin’
henny in my pimp cup, that’s what i’m sippin’
you can get your sh-t split, n-gga if you’re trippin’
i got grams on the table, razor blades cut the dope
we was baggin’ up the grams, twelve kicked down the door
i jumped out the window, ran through the gateway
tried to jump the fence, tore my shirt on the black gate
[chorus: lud foe]
who that n-gga with the bankroll? that be me
who put d-ck up in these sk-nk hoes? that be me
who that n-gga with that four-four? that be me
who the police say they looking for? that be me
who that n-gga with the bankroll? that be me
who put d-ck up in these sk-nk hoes? that be me
who that n-gga with that four-four? that be me
who the police say they looking for? that be me
[verse 2: lud foe]
someone dropped the dime on me, cruisin’ with my nine on me
don’t believe the bullsh-t you hear, n-ggas lying on me
candy coated paint wet, drippin’ off my cadillac
i hit shorty from the rear end, tried to break her back
i been trappin’ all weekend, gettin’ them dividends
puttin’ my motherf-ckin’ gun to use, broke the firing pin
better not short a motherf-ckin’ dime when you’re paying me
i ain’t got the time for a b-tch to be playing me
i be with the gangsters, i hang with the vicelords
bloods and the crips with me, slidin’ like skateboard
i was down and bad, plug fronted me, i paid for it
this b-tch hit so fast, she’s a dime, so i paid for it
[chorus: lud foe]
who that n-gga with the bankroll? that be me
who put d-ck up in these sk-nk hoes? that be me
who that n-gga with that four-four? that be me
who the police say they looking for? that be me
who that n-gga with the bankroll? that be me
who put d-ck up in these sk-nk hoes? that be me
who that n-gga with that four-four? that be me
who the police say they looking for? that be me
[verse 3: juicy j]
who went from nothing to it all n-gga? that be me
same n-gga from the start n-gga, that be me
same hood, same squad n-gga, same street
to make it out that sh-t was hard n-gga, ain’t no peace
we was starvin’ in the hood, it wasn’t never nothin’ to eat
corner store, fifty cent bag of chips and something sweet
grab a swisher or a dutch, break down the roaches, roll ’em up
it’s like nine in the morning on the block, we cold as f-ck
hunger pains amongst other things, gotta love the game
feed the gang, smoke some weed and sip some sh-t to ease the pain
money never made me but i can make a dollar
ever since i can remember i’ve been poppin’ my collar
[chorus: lud foe]
who that n-gga with the bankroll? that be me
who put d-ck up in these sk-nk hoes? that be me
who that n-gga with that four-four? that be me
who the police say they looking for? that be me
who that n-gga with the bankroll? that be me
who put d-ck up in these sk-nk hoes? that be me
who that n-gga with that four-four? that be me
who the police say they looking for? that be me
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