Lyrics:
real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
What's Gucci my nigga? What's Louis my killa?
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
Getting GuWop
(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
At your
the ceiling man
But instead I got the keys to
The Beemer like Beenie Man
When I look in the mirror I see a man
Not a boy, I'm a winner
I really can, do
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop
saying I was faded off the juice
She gun slurp slurp just like chicken noodle soup (Oo)
Coming by the dozen man its coming by the group
Bitch Im getting
lettin off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
These are slugs, something you
pop outta the window we roll
Let the Ripster reel up off 'em
Better of this way,
Tossed off in the coffin and bagged,
Slang on the dark side man
the ay are and the sawed off
Hey man and i'm going hard
Hey dawg with the ay are
Pop ya down now and make your body drop
Huh with the ay are and the sawed
stuff
Im hard not a puff
Life is ruff
Im a rich man
But don't call my bluff
This world is not enough
Pop my trunk n pop my pop my
Pop my trunk n pop my
then pop a vein
Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot
Animal House, two grand'll handle your
wanna Pop
Full time I ain't got no plans, woah
Bank state going off for the mans
Blank thoughts I ain’t got none of them
I wanna Pop, I wanna Pop
Don’t
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
to go to work
When she get off she goin' to another job
And my motherfucking daddy ain't around
For whatever reason man but that's a whole other
them studio thugstas I'm...
[Bizzy]
willing and ready to ride
[Krayzie Bone]
I pop pop droppin' them niggas with the glock gun
Nigga, you best start
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
to rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin' lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love them so them can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin' down gettin' my
Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man
Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from
Motherfucker overdose or some shit off
runnin hidin
you know damn well it's a scooter i'm ridin
oh no here we go, out come the glocks
i take off so fast i pop out my socks
you gonna fuck with
respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! Body drop, it wasn't me!
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
shoulda run, you shouldn't good
Stand by
Buss mi gun inna pussy face
Big belly Taurus ah light up e place
Louder dan clappas, every baby wake
Bwoy fi
get lock arff
Rifle a pop arff
'Nough gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for
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