Lyrics:
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us
[Chorus: x2]
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on judgment day
It ain´t me, I was raised this way
Ayo, this song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And have no idea what it's like to be broke
of hood
It's 2trill watch how I do it
Bleeding out all on the floor
I had to help myself
It's just a metaphor
I feel like I was all by lone
And I had
the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with assed out
Took 2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin
amped him up
I guess thought
uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath
dead, broke up my ass and turned me to a savage
I look like a rabbit with all of these carrots and nigga I'm stacking
Yeah, I counted that money, do this
a stomp yo crew like a dirty ass rug,
Make em change their mind like a dirty ass bulb,
I'm a make sure that you meet your fate throw the evidence away like
the head
I bust his ass and leave 'im bloodclot for dead
Niggas sound like Das EFX
If it ain't Das EFX then they sounding like Meth
You might as well do
you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin
I came back from the dead with a lot of fire
This a dragon’s nest, ain’t no cease fire
Came from raising hell with a devil’s stare
Dressed in black
Who's that? With the yout' that boot
That yout' with the cute yat
There with the boom bap
Cat with the 2Pac durag
Knew that crew that do pack
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
hollandaise
Yeah, Imma spend that dollar 2hunit ways
Ain't no way now
Broke, bitch I won't stay
Oh I'll find a way
Stretch my time in ways
That make my
and gunnin' you up
They left a nigga dead in front of me
I saw that shit with my own eyes
In front of the gas station cops pulled up
Two hours later, this world
The only car on the road flossin' nine gears
Cause I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live
And I'll be rippin' this shit when I'm fifty-five
Dead
Might Get Her,
By The End Of The Week I Would Know That Crew
And We'd Assembled A Trio, A Whole New Scene
With Three Ladies In The Shot We Never Broke
be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want
shorty want to feel on me
She ain't really into these niggas
She just pretend to be
Breast all jiggling ass all wiggly
Yea look at me
Whole crew be wild
Miami, booty-bass, 2 Live Crew type feel
That's fine, I can fuck with it
I just hope that my momma don't hear this track
Let's go
Eat that ass
Eat that ass
(talkin' bout)
Death to a nigga that lie on the trap house (trap house)
I gave her ass a little bit more, then she tapped out (tapped out)
Hit the 2 Live
(Voice box)
Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew(2x)
(Tray Deee adlib)
Yeah!(2x)
(Tray Deee)
Comin from the city where no pity is
on the fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that old English Red Bull and Blue Bull
Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit, fuck it, we was broke
Little bad ass, my
duper high
Super stupid fried, two for five
Two and two for nine for a cutie pie
Shorty bad smack her on the
Ass she a cutie pie
My crew on fire, fuck her
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