Lyrics:
'bout to die like it's a Claymore
(On God) i just paid my lil' niggas five
K to raid the drug store (Go lil' niggas)
If you ain't got no money in that
call me lil doc
I’m all in ya hood in ya spot
I might just go grab me the Glock
If i’m pulling ahead in your corner
I put ya head down ima pop
Talking
want me
She left me abandoned
So, the girl that I want, she already left
We the only ones left, let's head to the left
Go to the doctor, I'ma snort
Nigga I am the streets
Not just the south but I'm the streeets
I'm your neibourgh hood nigga
they holla stop buck red light but green mean go
If
I was gon' rob you (ho)
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on the first
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
As an Ole Head I won't be disrespected by no one
Go head O head
Go head O head
Go head O head
You young bloods have nothing on us
Rock with me Slide with me
Make you wanna grind for something
Make you wanna rob for something
Make you wanna go run up you a check you I ain't gotta stand in line for
up poor but I put it on my mom I'ma die a rich man
Doing right by me
Yeah
Sometimes I look at my savings and cry a lil bit I think
Dammit I did that
I can say his name 'cause he ain't dead (Wooski)
How you let a nigga vouch for you who just got out the feds?
Sneaking pics by Von mural like lil
man
And blow the front
Go ahead
I'm right behind you
I'm trying to keep my head above the water
Yeah i’m tryna live my life a lil longer
Shit i’m trying
this beat go hard this bitch produced by Moh
Dripping in designer when you see us coming thru
With the same niggas all the faces here ain’t new
No mercy
out ya mouth
Fa my youngins take ya tongue
Stump a nigga ass Flat
Dats what im on
Rob a nigga Bihhh too
Aint sparing none
Bought my first 40 put
foenem Lil Tecca
Don't know bout us? Boy we giving free metal
You wouldn't act a fool if you knew better
Squeezo he posted by me with berettas
He better be
of the ghetto
My lil ones handle the beef
I'm on a whole nother level
Rather hang on the beach
Playing them clubs and casinos
Keeping my head to the do'
Like im
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
want to go to war!!!
[Master P]
No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues
Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed
Colonel,
the whip
I Get her back to the crib
Then watch Lil mama strip
Now She got me like shittt
Go head
Bust it then
Booty big bouncing out the gym
Damn
down
Life made you shed a tear
Time over your head
No lil shit I'm talking years
Probation and court costs
Lawyer fees
Appeals
Why I spit it so real
living life
I'm living life
I gotta brand new bitch named Tyra
And she give good head like Nesha
Got another lil bitch in strip clubs all night onna pole
getting bodied by a special ed
Yeah I'm screaming L O L, Lil dumb nigga
You know I do this shit for fun nigga
It's a real shame you my son nigga
You a punk
brothers catch you, they gon’ rob you just like Icebox
House got 4 stories, I feel like Disney
I been getting money, I’ma be a trillionaire by 60
You be
phone he said
We gone get it cross the border
We gone bring it by the boat he said
We gone get it cross the border
If you just make sure that it go he
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