Lyrics
Ever see somebody die right in front of you?
Now you can’t sleep, nightmares for a month or two
Ever been in beef so serious afraid for your kids?
Even gotta hide your mother too?
The do’s and the don’ts and the coulds and the woulds and the shoulds
Never question what you gotta do
Be a man, stand tall, head high, chest out
Stay the same, even when nobody fuck with you
I know you ready, I know you ready
I know you ready, I know you ready
Br-break a hundred dollar bills, make change for a nigga
Like cheers, everybody know my name now nigga
You choose, stay up or either stay down, nigga
Okay now, nigga, okay now, nigga
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
I know you ready, I know you ready
I know you ready, I know you ready
I know you ready, I know you ready
I know you ready, I know you ready
Different strokes for different folks
This is how my bitches roll
They gassing niggas for they dough
Like bring it back to Papi, go
Bring it back to Papi like
Scooped her in the hoopty, riding shotgun in her bra
Flowing like I’m Juicy, Project Pat with a gat, black gloves and shades
Spanish Harlem born and raised, repeat it till my dyin' day
Flowing like I’m Juicy, Project Pat with a gat, black gloves and shades
Spanish Harlem born and raised, repeat it till my dyin' day
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Young Don!
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas
Que lo que, dame mas