Lyrics:
and make the TEC jerk
To cancel your network
You feminine cats catch a bad one
My gun gon' be there poking that ass with Magnums
I spar with the best
you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off
and two
All I need is a two pay, call it a new day
Immigrant prostitutes like "papa how
Much you pay?" got to lose weight
Niggas say I'm way too big
Bad
throw flappy and sick, that's right
We young cold flashy and rich, plus we gun hoe
And SPZ on a bitch 'cause we don't pay for the pussy
The beef cum we
Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All
a couple guns got added
Click clack for your muhfuckers mad at it
Blow out your 40 watt
A couple shots through your attic
You heard the disses and gossip
bad
Lemme settle down
Give you time to go and handle that
Yo shorty wanna talk
Hold up let me sit and think
Pocket watching
Bitches crazy
Back door by
She's beautiful
It's clear
I've thought things that have sealed my fate
To think in the first place is folly
By the time it's been done, it's too late
mama crying
They grew up in the suburbs, now her son ducks for cover
Had a gun inside the cupboard, only 16
We used to talk about them big dreams, now
weed, let me light one
Girls of different cultures, chinese to the white ones
Home players, wild thing girl slayers
Cuties, big booties, Big gave Coogies
duct tapin' these big clips
When we together you know how bloody this shit gets
It's been a while since niggas been stabbed on TV
Now BET and MTV
sanctuary's sake
Being the victims of honor killings still permissable in numerous states
By fanatical law a shamed husband can gun 'em down you see
When it's
Hey
Ha
Girl let me tell you how I really feel, looking in the mirror
Trying to figure out if you really real, if tonight I'm off them Percocets
And I
Big thuggin' and I'm really getting tougher
Big not to me I really get you knocked off
Slip not on niggas I'm really a rockstar
Maybach throw a hunned
it
Don't piss me off ima hurt some shit
She for the streets so i pass to the team
Yeah bitch you fine but you can't get a ring
I feel like picolo gun
a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
regret it
Jumped off the porch going hard I’m respected
Come to my hood then we taking you off
Niggas ain’t ready to die bout a necklace
Guns on the gram
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
Just turned twenty-two man what a life I live
I was getting to it back then when we was kids
So don't be surprised if a nigga go big
I just went big
way
Take a nigga out by sunday
I sell a bowl by monday
Me and YG about gun play
Light this bitch off flip it and toss
Remember me i'm the motherfucking
He was a drug trafficker
Large (large?) You should see what I mean
Yo, look in the dictionary under large, it says Gene
(What about guns?) Man, he
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly
Some the Projects thru youngers
Gun shit confronted
By jakes poppin up like late walkers
All around, all
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