Lyrics:
popping boy
Rap, no pop, record
They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
Then running with
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
a lethal weapon registered in everythang,
used by the police, dope dealers an yo local gang,
I'm the hardest mutha fucka alive, right in front of yo eyes,
and dreams
Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends, as young niggas
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He's always
till the end of time, cause it's mine
[Dirty $]
I'ma represent it I'ma make these boys know
I'ma hold it down for my dirty third coast, like a soldier
crack
Hard or soft livin' boys and girls packin' yo shit
Let it off
Niggaz who floss out here be takin' a loss
It cost to be the mutha fuckin'
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
the Dope House Prince
[Chorus 2X:]
[SPM]
I'm kinda hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba
I might be yo father betta ask yo mama
I practice Karate like
them (dope)
I'm talkin' loud we gon' by him (come here)
Can't cook but I'm gon' fry him (bitch)
My advice, don't stand by him (he through)
Fifty
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face
Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
(Hit-Boy)
Ah (Griselda)
It's the Butcher
Yo
(G. Ry got me)
Gave my life to the game, had my mama concerned
It made her calm when she saw what
thank God I'm healing, ain't no dope
Ain't no favors, I told them to go
Ain't no favors u tell by my outfit
Niggas who scared of me really want smoke
We
shot
Ran up in his crib, that pussy sleep, that boy got got (boy got got)
Bae said that she worried it's okay I keep my chop
Make her think i'm drizzy by
She wanna be my Cuban cuz she know she shine whenever we link
My team knew i get it yo let’s it go
All my n****s iced out call them boys eskimos
I’m
ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
sneakin' and linkin' she cannot be loud
Leave my trail by your door (Slatt!)
Told her dad, "I'll boss your daughter" (Blake T.!)
I'm bossin' yo' daughter,
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
in the club
Baby you got to get up
Thug niggas drug dealers yeah
They giving it up lowlife, yo life
Boy we living it up
Taking chances while we dancing
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Hey yo, Chuck, they're illin', we chillin'
Yo, PE in the house, top billing
Yo, Chuck, show 'em what you can do, boy
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man
Hey, quick,
pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed
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