Lyrics:
about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your
diamonds shining
Why your ice look like it's blue?
While you out here lame vibing
You should be out here grinding too
They say time is money
I'm showing what
give up the fight
I'll find that man, I'll take his sight
By shooting his eyes with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I
shoot at your rim
It's KAO, we don't do no attempts
Wet em' up, better know how to swim
The reaper comin' got em', screamin' out grim
Back to back shots,
at your
Apartment sitting on 24s and the dope boys, saying the kids running in the clicks start dealing and the broads start
Choosing and the cars been
eyes
Right then I was held up
Girl, I was held up
I was held up by Billy the Kid next door
Yes, I was held up
My heart was held up
I was held up by
be something and, by the time that you hear this from you I won't
Hear nothing, about your, whoopty wheww and your, your blasé blah, and your
He said
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
revolvers for that reason
See I been puffing blunts and I'm high
Know that I'm on point boy punch I'll you in your eye
Cause every time they tell me put my
Smoke out the bitch like I’m hitting a bong
Bang on my chest, when I leave I am gone
It’s a dark night, fall sleep after dawn
I got my money stack high
Niggas know I'm straight thug
Niggas know I'm gooned up ride by your spot
Shoot your fucking living room up
Nigga must on that lean
Cause he got me
shoot my shot now
If you play your cards better know what's going down
Acting like you hard, boy I'm swinging at your crown
You ain't tryna spar, Ima
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
Can't feel my face, I'm insane
I'm so tired, oh my god
I'm hypnotized, boy, you lyin'
I can see it in your eyes
Can't feel my face, I'm insane
I'm so
riding
We sliding with choppas and sticks
Niggas talking out they ass
This Glock gon' shoot off your dick
Fucking that bitch, like the craft levitate
When
with us
We ain't ever playin'
I'm talkin' 'bout that groupie love
We gon' shoot a nigga out his shoes
If you snooze, then your ass gon' lose
You
you're going to fall
For that common cajun queen
She's going to take you for your all
And that's what she done done to me
Yodel la hee, yodel la hee,
enough smoke to fill up the temple lil boy
So I promise you don't really want that
Satan was tempting me
I had to fall back
The spirit, the son and dad
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
bitch
You ain't no Cupid
Bitch, I'll shoot you in the face
And I don't leave no trace
(Ah) And I can tell you're fake
I look into your fucking eyes
See
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
the birds, like an eagle
Traded away, that's a Michael Vick eagle
You just worry about yours
I'ma just worry about mine
Shout out to my nigga, Jerz
We
like poop
Make him disappear like poof i do what I do
(Shoot out the coupe
Shoot out the roof) Swear that nigga boom
(Shoot out the coupe, shoot out
Life is goin? by fast, I try to grab it
Can I get a aye? Aye, the eyes have it
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your
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