Lyrics:
is phat
my shit be hittin hard like Barry Bonds that fuckin bat
that's real.
*(Chorus)* until it fades out.
*(Man talking)*
I'm RBL nigga, wrote
dump (bump)
Everybody's lookin' if you jealous turn around
Fuckin' with them leathers got us hoppin' off the ground {*Honk*}
We getting good grip from
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
is phat
My shit be hittin hard like Barry Bonds that fuckin bat
That's real.
*(Chorus)* until it fades out.
*(Man talking)*
I'm RBL nigga, wrote
Prepare yo mind fo the rebirth.
Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R)
Dedicated to a bitch, (sideways) an the hook'll go
fuckin wit this, you don't understand
this ain't yo average man
matter fact I'm a buck, buck, buckin
an leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit
Twiztid!
Shaggs 2 dope!
why you always fuckin wit us?
Why you always fuckin wit us?
Why you always fuckin wit us?
Why you always fuckin wit us
ain't fucking wit us ya hear me
BandZzz
Eh eh
See I gotta live it up
Only fucking wit who fuckin wit me
You ain't fucking wit me you ain't real enough
chick, that she get outta my dick
Build our dreams, stacking bricks, cannot stop, we living big (ah)
we just makin hottest shit on this fuckin posse posse
they reached and grabbed them 44s
fuckin wit my nigga Black
he's stackin
plus his pimpin
got real on da peal
hoes gonna feel me
[Lord Infamous]
and the curls they know kick doors
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't
cell see (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my vestes
Yeah I'm hungry and reckless (what)
But no one better test us (no
I tried to take you serious but
You think I'm a fooooool
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up
Ain't no tellin what I'd do
bein' me
'cause you got a lady, see
Down wit fuckin' nigga down wit prophet p-o-s-s-e
Repeat 1
Yeah, Alkaholiks!
J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift
That's right
We're not done
Uh-uh, c'mon
Ain't it drunk
King, Tee, he drink wit us
Defari, he drink
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
blast on these hoes
Cause I'm too fuckin dangerous
Prophet the Posse,
I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
Killin all you nigga's is a easy task
You fools
wit' work to flip
Smack, why you let us connect
Together? Like cursive writ'?
He a beta, I'ma alpha bet
(alphabet) this be a 30 clip
This clown be
Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees
Niggas is easy to get down on ya knees
When you fuckin' wit rhymes like these
I always find that he's bitin'
on a
Driveby, finger the cops
Yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah,
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
I die
I run wit' bandits and mud diggers and you may wonder why
But this the way you made us
The Hatred U Gave us done blew up in y'all fuckin' faces
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
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