Lyrics:
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
We been out here gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz!
6 shit quality street music!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never 'bout
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
been for you (Oouuu, oouuu)
I swear it's for you
You're my muse
Habibi, yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah)
This yo' chune
Yeah this yo' chune
I wan' take you
reading four forty eight
It's a bag to get
Risks to take
Weed got me moving slow
Pickup the pace
Smoke it by the O
Count up the cake
Pick up the pace
Yo
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Nah you can't
[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Nah you can't
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
with my Gz like I’m gotti
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti
Ima take my time ima keep goin up
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv
I need
And what I have to say (J. Dean Bitch!) pay attention bae Yo!
Take a look at me now an up and coming boss
Faked the hook with the cross you know I'm dipped
Like I'm trynna roll me a opp in this blunt
He could get put in this wood we cant go body for body
Like Gotti I'm balling for good
And I wish he would
get in the head by a police officer
Then i am going to blame some of the people in this room
And I do not forgive
I just tinted up my whip i just
Gotti Go
Get in that car and go vroom, don't give a fuck about no red light
Like what I'm gon do when I'm just tryna get my head right?
If I pull out
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Meth Lab 3
Carlo
Yeah, woo
It's all digital, revolution televised
Generations at war, police states do or die
Hoodies on, we all
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired
strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
Fuck you gon' stand next to a nigga like me that really do it
And you don't do it?
The fuck from by me, man
Hello, motherfucker, what's my name?
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
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