Lyrics:
You sweet or sour
I call all you bitch niggas sour patch
My mother want see me in college
Get my education, learn some knowledge
By 20 in school not
Everyday I get bent yo so i can get by
I'm moanin' on and on kickin' lits from beyond, planet budtron
Bso stay on
Kottonmouth Kings got them dope tracks
1605
want the beef like its USDA
So we serve it up like my name Bobby Flay
We Goin Up
Everybody live in the city
Double down ride if you wit me
We Goin Up
and talkin' slow FNN scar with a telescope
You can get killed what we boxin' for ? Hundred round drum on the Glock 26
Everybody gone' fall like some dominos ,
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
might
I let my money talk
Always talkin' on expensive nights
Javon Jay hold up
Fast lane we don't slow up
All this money can't fold up
Everybody actin'
but I will tho
No drive bys
I ain't hanging out no windows
Get up on dem close
Talkin real close
If it's real smoke
They gone what I'm here for
facts
But why is that?
Black lives do matter, yes, I am i am Black
Antoine, Bobby, Pamela Turner
Dominique and Tatiana, Christopher
Then another
like a hoe they talkin' down on me
Tellin' lies on me, say I caught 11 years
I done lost a lot of friends, shed plenty tears
Could've hung me by my
live another day (thank You for lettin' me live another day)
You always got something to say
In the kitchen with my kinfolk, cookin'
They say
don't break the code
In background
(Talkin that talk
Ima be talkin that talk)
Hold up! What ya know about
Pullin up, settin up, whippin, on sight
Cuz im stackin up my dough
Me and my team we trynna make racks
We a bunch of wolfs we riding in packs
Man rap still talkin' bout crack
But when I spit
come I'm still stressed an' even though the squad's glistenin'?
Why You had to take Pun, someone so young?
Had so much more to live for, as real as they
committed to being a junkie cause a drunk at shit
When you chasing your next high watch how quick time fly
Everybody fiend for something just to get by
Either
Yak, Polo, Tick, and Unfoonk
Free the fathers raising kids and missed by they mamas
Free B, free Roscoe, free Bobby Hunt
This is not a gang, these is
like I'm Taney
I'm ending lives to Gina, Georgia, Laura, Tony, and Bobby
You motherfuckers make hits?
I do that shit as a hobby
Pull up with
on the gram just to gain some self-respect
Talkin' shit then turn around they ask me for connects
Know that it don’t matter, tell by their tone
Always the high
[Intro: Raekwon]
Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
That's my
could easily divide everybody I despise and idolize in one word; overcome
You and your lady are only talkin' over coffee
When me and your lady talkin' tho
to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did it, come widdit
Get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it
You
You held me right by the throat
Shutting me up and you say
You the goat
Whenever I think you erase the thoughts
Telling me I'm all alone and you all
suckers
You deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money
But it's funny to me
All you suckers living bummy
Why you're messin' with me
I'm a self made
I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
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