Lyrics:
dropped "The Message"
Money bossin', see-me-arson, worse than Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Gotti, drinkin notti, pullin holes through your body
West
and a box of grenades
I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci
Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie
Motherfuckers hoe hard!
Ya
a hunnid
Push for me the same way I push for you
In the streets your credit good until it ain't (facts)
No snitchin', won't tell the truth
Sky blue
bitch
Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin' I'ma diss her
Couldn't be my sister if she's actin' like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why
you put us on your team
Well aight bitch, I sell a ho a quick dream
Then back on the road so fresh so clean
Pimps up hoes down, nigga that's
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
bastards (What's hood nigga
Get fucked up and then blasted)
Mess around, might catch these slugs
Don't put me in them caskets
(Down south you call them
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
put down, roll it dice what they hit for
I don't know if this is yo bitch
She on my dick, you better come get her
Don't want me on yo street with
they down be saw
I leave a pussy hole cheezy, greasy
Once again nigga
Pimpin' ain't easy
(Chorus)2x
Pimpin' ain't easy, gotta keep these hoes from
toast up
We don't put posters up, we post up
I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga
Play tough - and I fuck your shit BUK BUK
You have
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
persona
Put my pimpin' game up on her
Guarantee that she's a goner
Easy for you to get her
But it's harder to keep
When that real pimpin' hit your
Boulevard
short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho work nigga
We follow your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo
Pride like a thirst
you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it
Pay
through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna
talkin'
That boy down the block really grew into somethin'
Usually baby first step is a walk
But that baby was already runnin'
(It's in yo bloodline
It's in
like what's yo motherfuckin' name
Bitch we could go back to your place or we could stay here getting shitty coexisting with the bass
Oh yeah laser on my
gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest n**** in your town"
a** down in front of everybody
[Chorus]
It's the last days, Revelations, Bibles
Last page i'm half dazed, hands in shackles
Locked like a slave my past plays put my
Co-defendant in his
hollow
I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
My nigga young Lay
Hold it down
It's goin' down
Like Holyfield and Tyson
This is for them bitc ass hatas
I'm
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
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