50/50 Twin - Hollyhood lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah it's the Mista in here, with my n***a Lester Roy It's GFC Gorilla Funk, what up 50/50 Twin yeah This how we gon do it, I wanna give a shout out to the whole GFC mayn It's going down it's Mista Masta Archie Lee, my album called Hollyhood [Archie Lee] Ounce for ounce, when it comes down to it The way me and 50 do it, ain't too many n***as can do it I shine, when I ain't even trying to shine Make money, when I ain't even trying to grind Born to win, to compete a competitor A survivor in the streets, I'm a motherf**ing predator And even though, it might sound a lil' funny Life ain't nothing, but b**hes and money Archie Lee, but my enemies call me Hollyhood When you see me in the streets, homie it ain't all good What the f**, you expect me to do Sit back and let these n***as eat, sh** I got a family too And they like to eat, lobster steak Call me unbreakable, for some reason I won't break 50 if you ever need me, just holla my name Real n***as get money, but they don't change [Lester Roy] I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R Stuck on my grind, hustling today and tomorr-a The streets made me, the O.G.'s pray me If I really wanna eat, I can't be lazy I move ounce for ounce, like 50/50 Lester Roy on fire, like Young Jeezy Yeeeeah, I know you feeling what I'm saying If you snitching to them laws, you better start praying We gutter over here, we'll hull you over here The Northside where we from, it's trouble over here We don't play games, for the change we'll shoot your dame My mama told me, if I pull my pistol let it bang I'm off the chain, insane in the membrane A natural disaster, cause I'ma rip the scene This Gorilla Funk, that mean bad luck f**ing with me or my fam, you can get your head bust (*talking*) Yeah that's what it is mayn, appreciate you Archie That boy Lester, know I'm tal'n bout ay [50/50 Twin] Me and Lester and Archie, go back like a trigga Swishahouse/Roc 4 Roc, been stacking figgas Your knot look fat, my vault way bigger Play with my pockets, I turn to a grave digger When are boys gon learn, quit talking out of turn Hit your hat from the backseat, letting a swisha burn Everything authentic, ain't sh** about my p**y Sitting on my couch, mac-90 and a uzi They under the pillows mayn, I'm anxious to use it My bullets bis**ual, naw they ain't choosy sh** on boys, with my hustle thought I wouldn't make it I don't earn a mill, I'ma Scarface a nation Broderick in the Penn, half my click on parole C.D.'s getting sold, drug selling getting old Somebody got to do it, so the qualoads be coming Tell John Doe, add another to the bundle n***a