John F. Henny - Knicks & Nets

Life's sweet and my bitches all beautiful
So I guess it's back to business as usual
Grind hard, work down to the cuticles
dressed to kill got it pressed just for the funeral
You wanna know how to get your crew to blow
You should know, I'm the nigga you should know
Put a thousand on the tab, I don't need a glass
Put a blunt in the air, it'll be a blast
Put your ass in a chair, get a breathing mask
VIP Six Flags, bitch, got a season pass

Hook
Two blunts, a few cigarettes
Been a minute and the niggas still gettin checks
Got money, talk slicker than the vets
Cause we ballin' harder than the Knicks and Nets
Two blunts, a few cigarettes
Been a minute and the niggas still gettin checks
Got money, talk slicker than the vets
Cause we ballin' harder than the Knicks and Nets

Heavy starch in the slacks, do we got a grease
Who let the dogs out in the streets without a leash
Throwin water in a pot with the hottest grease
No pressure, I be sittin' in the hottest seat
You can tell I'm a G just by the sneaks
Know the big ten pair, runnin' by the sneaks
And I got it cheap, ain't nobody hot as me
Real recognize shit, we got gold by the feet
So don't ask me exactly where I gotta be
Poverty causin' havoc, make a prodigy
Real G's, it's an A&E biography
I was raised to live a G and die a G
Get money, ride rhe beat and make pussies hit the deck at the sight of me
I'm married to the streets, no monogamy
I see a bad bitch, I hit it like a lottery

She probably take the head off the brain like lobotomy
Get it right up outta me
All my niggas in the hood say they damn proud of me
AHHHHHHHHH

Written by:
R Culver

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