Lyrics:
missles that don't miss
Oh bitch, you don't want to test when I hold this
This here ain't no bright lights and big city
It's dark allies, red lights
I'm a big spender
He a go getter
But them shopping bags gon get ya
He running the block
But I call the shots
Bitches big mad they can't keep up
You
I'll go to war with anybody
Long as gang by my side
We ain ever scared we bout the smoke
Ain gone hide, hide, hide
Cooling with my dawgs I'm with
the gun to ya skull... have u begging for a preacha
Puttin mo bullets in ya head... than MJ got sneakers
Pop yo top off... leave ya brains... in ya thinkin
give in
I will stay by your side never fold
Never bend
Through the night hold you down
Hold your body rub ya skin
Day time come around
Girl you left me
let me
Let me hold on to your body
I promise you're making a big mistake
Cause I take and I take and both hearts imma break
If you let me
Let me hold
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
they can hold us down
Cause with power and strength we
Gonna take it now
Take that stand realize the truth
Knowledge intellect bringin minds anew
There's
the club by the speaker
Waitin for you rappers to choke up then I eat ya
like some prehistoric winged creature, AHHH!
On your neck, like the American
me 'cause you know I keep that Bisquick
Stroke a pole while I roll up, "Baby, lick this"
Work it out, big fitness
Got me yelling, "Lord, can I get
bitch I'm a savage but not twenty one
They know I ain't playing wit niggas
Twenty seven wit a big ass gun you
Know I be laying on niggas
(bow) head hunter
bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride and not mock shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours
juice and grits kill!
Don't forget veal
Italiano, Gallardo
Yea the big wheels
Like milk ya wig spilled
We'll rush in ya spot
Knock knock, snuff
head is a pile of puss
I`m kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can`t trust
This is my shit, my hood, my turf
My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it`s
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
one
And you're making moves to go
Hold you down cause' you've been on
This grind so long
Hold you down
And stay on your grind
Keep ya' head
the mic
Kids ain't half as nice
I devour it, have a big appetite
This is what passions like
Not a sell out... I don't have a price
Keep ya head up high
fall in love and get hurt by a bitch
Nine months later cause got mirked by a bitch
See I'm just a nigga that ya don't wanna
Reverse the game on her,
want big ten, me nuh wanna be ya friend, me nuh want cinco (me nuh want cinco)
Me I want big ten uh
We cannot just be friends nuh
You wanna hold my hand
I ain't no killa but don't push me
I look a nigga in his eyes
Tell ya if he pussy
Remembering the times the people
Would overlook me
The bitches
not gonna lie
Makin it big you could go head and sigh
I’m not wit the bullshit I’m tryna get pies
I hate bein broke so upgrading my life
Don’t stare
on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
My text messages left on read
The flowers by your door left ignored now they dead
Your lack of care filled my head with dread
Now I'm sitting here
it
Hold it
Exhale
Real good
Clean slate
Young Don
Don Chef
I can prep a pristine plate
I can treat you eat you groovy
expressions play on ya face
They
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