Lyrics:
sister put him up in prison
My brother got hit with the TEC, in his yard
In his neck
When I catch the fuck nigga, I'ma kill him
Mama still goin' through
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
spoiled
Then feel like they gotta help out with the bills and hit the corner
And I don't want them feel what I felt when Steve got took off by the coroner
Nothing but truth yeah
Yeah e yeah
Had to get money up and got exclusive
People nosey and way too illusive
Killing beats some say I'm too abusive
computer for music
Maneuver through any opponent with humor, then circle back
Save a bitch nigga for last like a blooper (yuh)
Hit up my producer, I told him
for me when I'm feeling the breeze
Didn't catch my name initially? E.B
I'm sleepless, can't eat and
These walls are closing in and I don't think I'm
and bologna
Back then you didn't know me, now I'm hot, I'm your homie
Xilla took a different route, had to catch em by surprise
You can see the flames burnin'
me, scoop and come get me
(Shit, I'll be there in ten unless the Feds come hit me)
(I move like lightening, that's what I was told)
we can't trust these
definitions you'll find
With some repetitions and time, you're bound to catch on
But those who don't are getting beat by the beast like Gaston
And lyrically
You be famous on the news
Hangin' from a fuckin' noose with a note signed by me
"F-R-E," double "D, I-E"
Blessings from the Gods, I just think I
Crystal bitches and ace hoes
It’s money in my name like Ma$e though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
Fuck the funny money niggas
I get straight
comin at'cha
And what the fuck you gonna do when I catch ya
Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
When I blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket
I
Check it out now
I work the angles like off the cushion in the side pocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors yup
We
E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it;
somebody better
connectin' the plots
(W.C.)
Move back homie as I pump my Chevy up
Mash and hit the gas
Fly my bandana up outta the window
And left her ass on the smash
Maniac
much
Rust to the front
And get touched
And it was sluts who hit ya
Go tell 'em
Suck dick and tap
It's the only thing we sell 'em
Catch
So Set Your Phasers On Kill If Ya Will So Catch The Feeling
Got Your Head A Pumping A Back And Forth Until It Hits The Ceiling
Now I'm Wheeling
the aces
Cool that they know our faces, from different places
But you can't catch up if you don't know what the pace is
Everywhere we go you know
with these
Sixteen's is much more than a rap
This is pure facts
You see what's really good when
You catch him by himself
Dolly, I leave a fool holy like
when I pass on by
I'm a B-E T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't
Drill squad k6 oi
On the opp block mans purging
Done a long glide now my pet's on E
Don't think you can flex with me
Get bun if you rep anything
getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no
Tetris. Wit' your necklace
I make vet flips, like a Chevy shop
And if we skim through my DMs
You'll see skin from your BM
No E M ojis
But you'd OD off what
it)
"P" is for that pack of that Newports that I couldn't never smoke (never)
"E" is for the easy-pass, get nervous when I pass the toll
Pack a pole,
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