Lyrics:
straight from the start
In a city where a fool and his money soon part
Where brothers might die over anything at all
I can't call it but I know you better
the avenue, in his strip, bullet proof Nav. too, if niggaz was after you
Try'na catch you niggaz, jack you for puttin' a nigga name in your raps, fool(fag you!)
spitting gas spitting gasoline
Ha niggas know I'm spitting gas
Yea ill pull up on a nigga I be all up on his ass
He try to hit a drive by, hit the driver
imma go head out
Imma go now sleep on the floor
By the way, I ain't done yet I have to talk to some of you
The game is not yet finished, i still have
Ghetto Cowboy
You betta count your money (Repeat 8X)
[Krayzie Bone]
The name is Krazie, big bad ass bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I
lyrics
Are feist by trapping the rabbit's
No Looney Tunes
Smooth criminal, sophisticated Goonies fool
Hipped out in Supreme jeans
Paid a grip for those
to a homi
My shooter trynna get his racks up
A couple grand up on his head ah get him packed up
Remember i ain't have no money and my phone was cracked up
I
the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by
I like to watch
the cash? Pussy this a home invasion
Hit him with the 12-gauge knocked his meat on the kitchen table
Bitch we got them flavors, got Biscotti, Truffle by
tell
Aye
They say they get money I can't tell
Boutta roll up and light me another L
Already know when they kill me I'm going to hell
Imma start off by
beep, N damn I peep. then
I know him or I, so I got him. Master Mass took my shit, then I
shot him. Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket,
the gospel
Yeah, we walking by faith like we going to school
I worship Yahweh can't act like a fool
Christ died for my sins and now I live for him too
We up in
Hopes' of his bail money not reading commas
but my father was the ink when they removed him from the pen
he must've liked to write 'cuz he would up in
the grandpa, three for the 80
The peanut butter brittle got the sizzles goin' crazy
And sizzle when it blaze and ring bells in his ear
A-A-One, hey son, make
borrow my jewels and bar the fools
'Cause they'll play ya like the space bar in Tools
Theme music to a drive-by, put it in your car and cruise, uh, uh
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
moved on to a bigger school
A smaller fish swimming in a much bigger pool.
By his brother’s rep he was known to be cool
But by some staff still considered
moved on to a bigger school
A smaller fish swimming in a much bigger pool.
By his brother’s rep he was known to be cool
But by some staff still considered
out the bank it be sticky money
In the field its like a jungle ain't no damn jumanji
You cant see it, but i got it FN by my undies
Know that she
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I,
from my iPhone
I'ma take it one-two way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved, fool, as I blew by
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
Ye shall know them by their fruits
I'm ready to go home and take off these boots
'Cause I'm tired and my feet are sore
I'm taking these bags and I'm
day
and how we handled things in our own way
we wouldn't drive by like a little punk
we'd tie his ass up and throw him in the trunk
we fought toe to toe
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