Lyrics:
know she Goin slide do that shit for me
And I know She Goin lie but its never to me
Ou Its only for me, get it by any means
my Shawty she never cheat my
I'm a boss type of chick nickname Jefe
Anything that I'm involved believe it's bout that hefty
Everyday the fifth-tenth so that makes it check day
Streets been hungry man I heard they been looking for me know what I'm saying
I just, been running it up you know what I mean you know staying out
the full clip 'til it's all E
After bloodshed ain't no sorry, I'm sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
my M.O.P. staff -- WE ALL AND WE OUT!
To the First Family loyalty, is no game
We them type of niggaz that, money won't change
We all aim, for
prison ain't a place that we need to go
so 'til they free pimp c
i'ma leave up to u g o k k k
to keep it street
this one here for the street
this one
Prison ain't a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp C
I'ma leave up to U G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one
a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp see
I'ma leave up to you G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one here for
ride two type of shit, you heard me?
Check this out
Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes
Aviators, sleep-deprivated, ain't ate in six days
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
about business that's solid
I won't tell a soul
I got dawgs on the phone, Ngwano o timile phone
O tsere ke seven e white, O stout
Came from the bottom
sheets I keep discreet
I don't need my business talk about on the street
[HOST]
Look, I'm a strapping lad a masculine chap
I mean I play croquet but I can
Young and Thuggin
On a mission I ain't
In a Good Position
My pockets in need of
Dead Men No One
Livin'
By any means I'm a
Get it I ain't trippin'
Cause I
a T-O-R-N-A-D-O, a T-O-R-N-A-D-O
He was a T-O-R-N-A-D-O, a T-O-R-N-A-D-O
Everyday walking to school
Trees were falling all around his feet
Trying hard to play by
mean
Street glory hoping to see 40 lord give me 15 more
Bad bitches copping my albums out the record store
Real nigga recognize me
I got the respect
To the devil on the crossroads in a bottle while he pissed
By the railroad that's why trains ride the rails but still miss
It be the best people on the street
Nowadays niggas ain't the same
Everybody change so I keep my distance
Stay away from niggas
Me I go and get it by myself, never needed help
Keep
ducking
Fuck Nigga
Scuffed Nikes
Rocks big as Mike and Ike's
Sipping poison, viper strike
I'm passionate about that action
Means I'm not the type to type
green green green green
By the p-o-u-n-d-l-b yeah
This right here that gas that just really got me floatin'
This really that gas, rolled up in the wax
A-O yo yo yo yo yo yo
A-O that's blasphemy
A-O yo
I'm the type to fall back never flat do you low let you go pull you back to me
You the type all
ugly
Is that Smegol
Open her mouth
That shit gon reek though
One of my mans got lift by a street hoe
She done it before like R.I.C.O
Patriotic to my
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill
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