Lyrics:
twenty's make the hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
But nowadays you can't put it
hundred G makers till they cremate us
Skateboard P in the lime green gators
White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter
Yeah, I got security, see that
still kick it with tha same Trues,
Thuggin' on the glock glock, ain't shit changed,
Buck 'em, fuck 'em, put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down
Busta,
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
out Feel it
[Chorus]
Wuz up playah ya' slick with that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground
For
Call me Kuzco
Because I'm looking for my groove
I'm tossing up dos
When I'm peeling out
I got a point to prove
That if I put the time in
I'd be getting
Why you gotta pull a gun on me
Never pull a trigger
Fun with me
At night I can't sleep
Why you always put the blame on me
Shame to see
It come
my feet off the ground, elevation
Arm in the rim like it ain't regulation bein' broke got me sick as a hospital patient
Link with yo bitch, we get wild
swear I was a supersonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives
Now who the fuck wanna fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, ain't
away, I had to be by my lonely
Blue hundreds all in my face, I gotta go get me some money
Already know he a bitch, cause the nigga keep on running
I wanna
stopping not even when they lay me down in the morgue
Take it back to when I was a young kid
Never thought that I would amount to nothing
But I put blood,
but they die by the gun (yessir)
Couple hundred niggas inna race
Everybody gunning for my place
I keep winning,it was destined by fate
I got sauce you
you frown
I been telling my parents I been making millions yeah I know they proud
I be standing over your dead body on the ground
Looking up at me up
his mouth
And a hammer bringing thunder like it's coming from the clouds
Put a merc in the bin
Put a dirt in the ground
Put a target in my lungs ion
guns big Hash too
It was written in a tattoo
International lampoon with cheerleaders in Cancun
Catwoman in a cat suit
Swept off her feet by a hand-broom
wings I neatly aimed
blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
to no-one I am a stranger
and I put new bullets in my gun
(M, M)
That day, every man had 'chetes
The opps got knifed, shout C and Sevs
(Fuck the feds)
Any two, bro, Slim's got a rev
Hundred pounds, put a paigon
down Carter like a pimpo
Say you better than me, that's an insult
Put us both on the track like the fan salt
I'm married to the gang, no in-laws
But
realize how they shoot our pride down
They wanna charge us with 25
For 2 to 5 rounds
And I still lie down
On the ground like Floyd
Wanna put a knee to our
An orgy of the damned in the church of love
A thunder clap comparable to
The burst of guns
Get your fucking face blown off
By the inertia pulse
Murder cult,
know I had me a spray ground I had glock make a pussy, boy, lay down
Fuck trappin', wan be on the stage now
In my face, they had played ain't no love for
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
a rat
Damn, niggas switchin' sides on niggas just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like
a rat
Damn, n- switchin' sides on n- just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like government cheese
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