Lyrics:
back.
Now it's a gun battle.
But the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his wesson.
These niggaz lookin for me I'ma shoot their ass a lesson.
Going all out
friend, friend, friend, friends
Matte black two-door (door)
Jump in, in, in, in
You might wanna keep score (score)
I win, win, win, win (I win, win,
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.
[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash
actors throw punches:
This ain’t a fight scene i should flip out
Shoot the class up: do the white thing
‘Cause I always wanted to buy me a
Strap: I had
you've ever seen heads out
Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse
I was angry when shh got cheffed down
Left them in the corner shop by the food
Holiday in Paris, we fly in Cancun
Big star, big boys, king black, big binizz
Twenty-two and I'm in it, and I ain't even started
Chill boy, what you
two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I'm in the stu', this my new grind
I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up, ain't tryna lose time
I shoot it up,
Too black, too strong
Too black, too strong
Yo, Chuck
These alley trippers are still frontin' on us
Show 'em that we can do this
'Cause we
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
without it
Life is a catch twenty two
Get out the game before you catch twenty two
Revving out these peds, and tryna catch me your bruce
Hoppin' that
can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization
so prepare yourself prepare for a battle
chorus 2x
real niggaz going to ride playa
a new outfit out of you
New outfit? Shit, I'll make a new suit out of you, shoot
Now show me how you move, baby, do how a-you do"
Yeah, baby, do that
Yeah, black woman
[Grand Puba]
This one goes out to all the black woman across
the whole planet Earth, givin our black nation birth
mights
(Puffin' weed, Black Dye crushin' me)
(Smokin' out in weather thinkin' they can fuck with me)
(Pop some bees, wild out drop the V)
(Slay Sean yeah
I'mma pull that Gat out now
Must be out your rabid
Mind, I'm thuggin', rappin'
Same damn time
I rock Gucci, I rock Louie
At the same damn time
I shoot
the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere, Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die
under a bad sign
Crooked cops shoot your kids right in the back
They raided my grandmamma house, she had a heart attack
cnd when black girls go missing
actin jealous
Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras
Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris
Dat dats the illest, these body
shoot at his feet
Cause my aim is elite, I'ma shoot till he bleed
Thinkin' I'm sweet, turn him into a tweet
Give the floss the street, he going clear out
on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Me and Boosie smokin' fruity, it look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes
phone while I'm trafficking
All my cars black U would think they was African
I keep 2 J's for good times like what's happening
Having more racks. then
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggas one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
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