Lac - You Can't Break Me lyrics

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Lac - You Can't Break Me lyrics

[Mannie Fresh] Ahhhhh True Story Fo shoeezy [Verse One: Mannie Fresh] Who rock sh** that you neva seen befo? The charge goes to me, then Mike, then the store Two way beepers with built in speakers Three inch woofers one inch tweezers The one and only Mac like roni Sharp like my b**h and pretty like Tony Trucks big leather room table beds (cat meowing)Siberian tiger spreads The call me Emmit cuz I only ride twenty two's Emmit Smith numba twenty two get it dude Smoke so much body smell like... WEED! Get cut Cristal is whut I.... bleed Got money then b**h come early Got a Benz that come out in 2030 Cardel frames that make me look nerdy Now who's the baller now WHARDIE! [Chorus 2X: Lac] Go on hate me You can't break me Usta ride new sh** but not none lately Wa**up n***a? still ride old schools? 84 cutla** with the European light fools [Verse Two: Baby] Give me a dove and watch how I flip the b**h One, two, three, four, five slick Uno, dose Bentleys and Rovers Jags, Hummers, Rags its over Put the kit up n***a lets break it down Hit the curb bust the tires Im f**ed up now Whip my wheel twenty inches Catch my thrills I've been pimpin Look ice my life f** what's right Twenty on the four wheel will fit it tight Do..noughts in a truck Corvette lights on a pickup Baby girl on the bus.... jump off Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break her off Bentleys on Gold D's n***a say I'm trippin but you n***as gotta let me be me Wodie Let this life Wodie I done earned my stripes I'm Goldie I'm a pimp for life I'm Platinum Let me shoot the dice [Chorus 2X: Lac] Go on hate me You can't break me Usta ride new sh** but not none lately Wa**up n***a? still ride old schools? 84 cutla** with the European light fools [Verse Three: Stone] Look I push a kitted tinted Lex Steering wheel on the right Bubble eye eggshell with the extra pipes Rich n***a I got money to buy an extra life Now I'm gonna mind hell tryin to live trife So its my life to life with three strikes on me With a four five on my six to get the lights off me Like I'm a seven figga n***a drinkin ice on me And for eight to nine years ten been the price for a key [Verse Four: Lac] I got some sh** Why not stunt? This is much bigger then broke n***as with gold fronts Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz got Quarters on my trucks and a Hatch full of punch Got a Bentley and a Jag n***a With some twenty inch Mag n***a License plate says bad n***a Got a new bike chromed and stretched Got a 50 for my son that I love to d**h [Chorus 4X: Lac] Go on hate me You can't break me Usta ride new sh** but not none lately Wa**up n***a? still ride old schools? 84 cutla** with the European light fools