Gangsta Boo - Motivated lyrics

Chorus x2 Everytime I feel this sh**, I'm motivated Not only do we flow this sh**, we demonstrate it We come to far to turn back now, I hope we make it But everytime them prophets fly, I'm motivated (Juicy J) Back in the days I used to get down Pockets on e I can't do nothin' but frown Feelin' my belly and don't come around Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound Go with da folk that be pullin' a b**h Not to popular now you know you're the sh** f**in' with reala That know you're legit Pushin' that sh** that you shoot in your wrist Had ot be down about makin' my grip Pumpin' the beat Hopin' the needle won't skip Nukin' a dinner while flippin' the script n***as still trippin' still runnin' they lip Now they just comin' in larger amounts Then I stack them in my bank account This is for half of your a** watch it bounce Motivation for my power and clout (DJ Paul) 20 years old Ridin' in a 80,000 dollar viper Better watch out for the snipers They be bumpin' our tapes But they really don't like us Why must some local bustas try to dis me When they don't even know me Not knowin' i'll run up on they a** With a motherf**in' mac k** em' all off slowly I'm tryin' to keep my cool, keep my cool Cause I got plenty to lose My f**in' surroundings be another n***a singin' the blues So how I keep's myself on top of things and motivate I quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin' Chorus x2 (Gangsta Boo) For you motherf**in' n***as For you motherf**in' hoes Stayin' real as ca be On my f**in' ten toes Never be the one to fall I'm rising oh so quickly I know you hate me But I'm gon' stay motivated This crazy lady Don't give a f** bout' what you say It don't mean sh** Maybe cause I'm stackin' cheese And you ain't stackin' nothin' but dicks Including you n***as too You be ridin' on dicks I know you do I'm stayin' on top of my game I'll be number one so n***a f** you (Scarecrow) This music game is gonna drive me insane It's all about figures Cause when you're dealin' with heavy stakes Somethin' gon' brake or get injured n***as talkin' bout' paying dues I got the bruises to prove it Did everything a n***a could do To make it in the game of rap music But still everytime I try to make a move some mothef**ers always Gotta doubt And then them very same n***as don't know what the f** they talkin' Bout' Keepin' the faith up on my plate Was the reflection of my face Sayin' it to make it but still gave the good Lord his grace Chorus...till fade ______________________________________________________