Lyrics:
hit the road
Come back with them pros
Real P riding Smoov
Politicking with the hoes
Black Amir sweat suit
Designer dripping on my clothes
When I'm
to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave
Ya fuckin' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet
I stick like mud them bitches P-N-C
I leave'em in
to hittin' so quick, they think it's automatic (boom, boom, let's go)
Nigga gon' try to hide in the house
Get his ass to come out, hit his bitch ass in
I'm a hustla
Bust you wit the Mac
Never trust you wit the sack
In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Lac
I'll block patrol
Dead presidents
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
Don't wan' be no angels, I hang with rebels
Whole gang could've crashed out
But I ain't let 'em talk dumb
Ain't nothin' bigger than ten letters
Talk dumb
Shake ya titties for me please
[Chorus: x2]
Uh, I came to blow the spot
Hit the club wit' cheddar knots
Riding wit' a badder bitch
You gonna get
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I
was for the better
That's your bitch, say Dotty get her wetter
Lost my toss and got a Beretta
Hit pin, trigger, shit light as a feather
Big Dotty P
was blinded
Now I'm grinding with a vision
All it took was sacrifice
To get inspired just by living
Music to my ears my life
My life's comprised
movie (Shoot a movie)
On my P's And Q's I can't Let no nigga do me (I can't let em do me)
All my niggas Hot Heads but we still be cooling (still be
(Blaze up)
[Oh yeah]
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop [Sucka]
[Nothin but the cavi]
Hey, Daz
starts out simple then it goes far
Saw a kid get crippled by a crowbar
Then kicked in the temple
He was limp they were mental
Cus he meant to do the same
one, two
Shut 'em down in the club
What a playboy does 'til they all get loose, loose
After bottle, we all get bent then again tomorrow
Gotta break
Tell em put they hands up
Like I told em freeze
Its a robbery I want the jewels and the cheese
Its necessary get this doe by any means
Its
feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow
Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box
Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop
For
Grind grind go get it
Grind grind go get it
Grind grind go get it
Grind grind go get it
Said I set my goals and then knock em out
Set my goals knock knock
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
nigga I don't give a fuck em
Straight bang, bang, bang, bangin, bangin
[Chorus: x2]
Shoot em up, shoot em up bang bang
It's all fair in tha gang
pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X
ride for free
so get up out my shit.
Chorus
Verse Three: Mia X
All you niggaz talkin bout bounce that ass this ain't no free
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
through a fit
YV12 how I'm coming with the whip
Let it Run out, 'nother reason for the pour
Tell her "throw it back" get to working on her core
Taking over
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