Lyrics:
spray 'em up
Let 'em lay in blood
Stuck in the mud sippin' Tuss
I can't give it up
Don't give a fuck when the bud's
Stuffed up in my blunt i'm saying,
rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
in the rap game
K.d. finna give this bitch a new name
Burn this bitch down with a new flame
Shoot this bitch out with a new aim
Imma ride blowing big
To give 'em the peace
66 Book love letter like 'Crae said
God on me demon stay dead
And BNDCNS finna break bread
Ayy
Shoutout to JJ and ANT, Jordan
Uh
G-Yeah
I'm back
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so
floatin' You can get me by the P's, got them in
And I ain't just stoppin' it there I got it and I do not care
I'm very focused, well aware They say that they
of the pinnacle
R.I.P to KMG
Still gotta murder rap, and don't give a fuck where the body at
You do too much talkin' I walk in the building I just give a fuck
by my rules
Cause I got
Big big energy
Big energy
Big energy
Big energy
They wanna try but they know they can't handle me
Memorized cause I give em big
Every 51 50 status of the guilty
Filthy like my records I'm the sniper
Light the torch so I kan blow these bitches up as I egnite the
Flame Jane Mary
fighting demons, I ain't religious
It just gives me something to believe in
I can't remember the last time I took a call from God
Cause nowadays I screen em
shit
Man, this a hit, and you can’t ignore it (Aaah)
So, fuck rap, you can have the glory
I’m about to give it to em like a massive orgy
Got love for
they give me time, I might finish on 'em
Got my future by the neck like a FICO, hoe
Yeah, this beat on fire
Got me in a bend
Flames on the green,
just prayed the water break, just for my daughter sake, from a slip-up
Fake signatures from fake managers, it all damage her, good Lord
Give 'em enough
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
cannot get in my head,
I do not have any opp’s so if they got a problem go tell em boy’s put it to bed like,
Fuck give it a rest brah ,I got that patience
youngin' got life, stressin'
Wonderin' if we'll forget him
Back then for six racks, get 'em
Now times that by ten just for rentin'
It ain't 'bout
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
this, but Tip ain't beat the beat bitch he abused it
If you don't know by now nigga you stupid Davici G$B makin a movement
She gon give me brain until she
Yeah we breakin' da ceilin'
Yo n*gga a p*ssy, Yeah he is a villain
When it's time to draw down,
Don't Give AF' bout no civilians
I'm beatin' her back in
Out here really pushin' P can catch me on the ave
Can't give a fuck about a bitch if she ain't bout her bag
She hit my mid, I broke the bitch for
on 'em
Burn, Hollywood, burn!
Take too long for niggas to get they turn
Probably be cremated before I get my earn
They try to tell me that aliens built
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