Lyrics:
shit
Fish scale it'll numb you up
With one good lick
Rule two all the pros
Gone be based off the mix
Don't go fucking up the brick
Trynna max out
tell I won't make it
Got the lil' bitch telling me that she love me, But I know that you don't do
I got the fire building up in my veins, They ain't
Grabbin' up chicks
And mash up off drink
Sharon's still mad and the boy's too bad
I'm annoyed but I ain't got a choice
Who has?
Crack cocaine's why then bank
Yeah, ayy yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah (808iden on the beat)
(Xhu on the mix)
(Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy)
I do too much and ain't get no respect
That
Where you from
Way yuh know
Say we nah no hoe
Boy get down, get low
We gon make it blow
Serving on the o yeh I'm back in this
Tryna make a change
caught in that jam, bet yall turn into snitches
WTF i got dissed by a bitch
Bezzy send 5, bet i'm letting off 6
Pull up wit choppa, dem K and them sticks
of start, get me
When you see me make a wish
I be shippin burbon
Bitches try to blow a kiss
I walked up in the club
And I ain't on the fucking list
DJ see me
Littles painted it black with crack sale intentions
To blow up the whole projects the Infamous
Our sons will grow up to be murderers and terrorists
It's
just a victim punk you'll get stuck.
By a brother with a evil vengence.
And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this.
And if your caught in the crossfire
Punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them
Punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them
I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two cups
Mix it up fruit punch
I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two blunts
the fuck up!
I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin' like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like
up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people
need to know.
Sure feels good to have him in my corner,
Hear his voice a-whisp'rin' low:
"Big boy, remember,
You mus' remember
Stan' up an' fight
link wit lil shawty tryna get me set up
Had days we running from the boys
He a shooter making all the noise
Brodie caught a opp send em to the lord
paid by the band
Just like a balloon I'm gonna expand
Take shots at the boy hit him in his medulla
Out of BK bitch you know i'm the ruler
You talking
I'm with bloods confused by the yardies
Invest in myself
Cause I got to eat just leave it to Z
Back in the mix
I got em begging like please what do you
ever need a mascot
Feeling like dope boy cash out
I was 16 breaking bricks in the trap house
I don't need to front but i'll still blow her back out
Pack
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
on my side
Up ready to blow
Knock Knock
Knock Knock
Okay who that at the door
Choppa on my side
And she ready to blow
Knock Knock
Knock Knock
Okay who
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
Got a hundred goons with a hundred clips
Boy you a motherfucker
I fuck with the migos like takeoff
Saucey like prego
I mix the lean with the faygo
He
Wrist rocked up, look like a mountain
We was hustlin' in the projects, nigga
(Ayy)
I'm good in my section, huh, golden ticket
I'm protected
Watch how you
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