Lyrics

Wait, yeah See I am the organizer of this organization (yeah) And ain't no pussy niggas ever takin' my placement (yeah) See I remember all the nights I was sleeping in vacants (yeah) See how could I be at the bottom, I came from the basement (yeah) See I got a couple niggas and they patiently waiting (ay) See I know a couple niggas real, the rest of them faking (ay) But they still gon' witness all the history in the makin' (yeah) See I am the organizer of this organization I'm talking YSL You could tell by the smell All this cocaine in my nails I just hope no one tells Bitches recruiting bitches for the P I had a Spanish bitch with good physique I never took the scally out to eat 'Cause in the condo room she having a feast I was tryna break this ho from the way While I was pimpin' this lil' ho from the B I was tryna scrape this bitch from the East Until I noticed that lil' ho ain't for me She was tryna get up under my sheets While I was tryna get a dollar a piece When I sent that lil' ho up the road I turned the condo to a pharmacy I'm talking everything a nigga need Girl, boy, Molly, Xannies, and Weed I brought my big homie dead asleep He disappeared and shit got kicked by police I don't know why he telling on the P Playin with half the money, yeah they team Police tryna knock a nigga off his L But I ain't no ordinary type of G You dig? 'Cause I am the organizer of this organization (yeah) And ain't no pussy nigga's ever takin my placement (yeah) See I remember all the nights I was sleeping in vacants (yeah) See how could I be at the bottom, I came from the basement (yeah) See I got a couple niggas and they patiently waiting (ay) See I know a couple niggas real, the rest of them faking (ay) But they still gon' witness all the history in the makin' (yeah) See I am the organizer of this organization See I am the organizer of this organization (ay) But I ain't touching nothing if you get what I'm saying Run up on me if you think that I'm playing My youngin's run up on you get to the sprayin' (yeah) While I'm collecting the payment (yeah) Nigga, you dig what I'm sayin'? (You dig?) See I ain't in it for the fame (huh) I'm only in it for the lanes (huh) I'm tryna fly out to the states (huh) And find a girl in L.A. (huh) And all this paper that I make I'ma have to go and buy the estate I might have to get that house by the lake Just so I could bury all the bodies and snakes that I'm bringing with me Matter of fact I'll keep the semi with me Matter of fact I'll keep the .40 with me And lord forgive me But I might have to leave them holy nigga Don't know why he hating on the P Playin' with half the money, yeah they team Police tryna knock a nigga off his L But I ain't no ordinary type of G You dig? 'Cause I am the organizer of this organization (yeah) And ain't no pussy niggas ever takin' my placement (yeah) See I remember all the nights I was sleeping in vacants (yeah) See how could I be at the bottom, I came from the basement (yeah) See I got a couple niggas and they patiently waiting (ay) See I know a couple niggas real, the rest of them faking (ay) But they still gon' witness all the history in the makin' (yeah) See I am the organizer of this organization
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Richard Brooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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