Lyrics:
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
When A F*** N**** Crossin The Line (Do-Doom)
I’m That Young N**** Who Broke Off The Chain
When I Came Up From Nickel N Dimin’ (Yay)
I Wanna Run Wit My
I should of known better than to be out here f***in' with you
All that s*** you took a n**** through
I told myself that everything would work out
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
f***a)
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my n****s in the streets
(What what what what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Make
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Knowin' something new, cause they never see me move before
I might be a big n****, but still clor rug
So come on shawty let go
To the f***in dance
over nothing
Can't let a broke a** n***a push my buttons
And I'll be d****d if I get trapped by a runner
Pistol at the party shout out to my brother
F
ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n
your legs are broke
You're bulletproof I hope..
Yo, I ain't no n**** to flex, but I will flip
F*** up a n**** and dropkick his f***in b****
I love
got em
Never really gave
A f*** about em
Pull up on the block
Headshot
Red dot em
Old Master P
No Limit
Get Bout It
All my n***** wit the bull****
Pull
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
Put the grind in my pimp hand
F*** I'm finna do wit saran
I don't whip water
She'll f*** you n ya mans
She'll run it up for them bands
I don't whip
out in Long Beach
Roosevelt and Freeport you f****** wit the wrong peeps
Brooklyn and Queens too they gotta ride wit' us
If the island ever sinks you
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
Ohhhh GTMG
They done F***** around
Done f***** around
Turn me up in this b****
See me in the club, all a f*** n**** do is mug
Mad cuz a n**** came up
n****
If you f*** wit ah n**** bread
Den yo a** dead
You heard wtf I said
Buss ah n**** head
Ion f*** wit chu f**** n*****
Most they a** scared
I heard
trap house is live it's gon by like 6 o clock new
We got drip when we steppin out Gunna wit me n plus he got a weapon out
I'm smoking og wat da stress
L's up .... or youll be lost boy
(Get em up up up )
0:24 Mr Cheeks
Yeh
you rocking wit the lost boyz n*gga
you rocking wit the lost boyz
yeh u
think I'm a play if you want
But the facts that remain
If I got an AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong
P**** n****s wanna
AS F*CK
I work hard I'm on my grind
I got yo back but who got mine
South sac city I’m reppin' that 9
I do look good and I did take time
I’m the design you
Game winnin' shot n yo a** just blew it
Now ya gone fishin' you forgot the whole damn mission young god wit that old vision
Eagle eye perfect shoot
"kill these lil b****es"
Man they can't f*** wit me
I hope they second guess
N**** you ain't raw
Like dope that's re compressed
I'll kick in your
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