Lyrics:
must b gettin around,
Caught me by surprise, thought we wuda walked the isle
Caught another sign, libra need delete my file
Made my way 2 ro, not 2 c V
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
the pen (yea)
I want revenge (yea)
Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite
[Verse 2: Cam' Ron]
Aye Yo, I get
a hit, this shit is what I do it for
So these bars will always be apart of me
Right now, I feel like track two on Tha Carter III
Uh, like I'm 2008 NOLA
4 My Momma
By: AC Da’ Perfecto
Chorus/Hook:
This For My Momma;
I love doin'wrong plus killin'copperz
Favourite song
[fuck tha police]
Chorus: repeat 2x
Verse two: shyheim
I rol with criminals, coldbloody
loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing
Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin'
The law naw, man
uh, we got guts on the camera.
"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!"
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'!
Tell
the fast lane, nigga
When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga
Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez
And when I get
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
bumped by the finest, 3X in my mouth shinin
Backstage Donna Karan shades, crushed diamonds
I'm climbin, 2 the top like Pac when I rhyme
Follow my path
hos clock me wit tha 420
Bodyin motherfuckers for this money
Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
JM motherfucker, go get your guns
snatch if you got it
Told ya before ta' hide it
Told ya if you hide it
It's a must that I find it
Ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped ho
B.G. split
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
the night[00:21.97]I see you fall for me when I just looked you in the eyes[00:25.13]If a nigga really gave you all of me[00:27.15]You might just die, my baby I'm that
It was death all in the air
So he looked up to the sky
He believe in wins && losses
So he praying he don't die
Lil Rallo binning blocks
Rallo
me and you
[Outro]
(2x)Can you smoke it right
In the back seat of my car
Choppin up this pa-per(paper)
Wit my homies do-or-die
1st time:(oh yeah)
2
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
regular
Coke poppin, bird shoppin, droppin don'tcha step ta tha
Triple six, guns click, bitch we the murderers
Crunchy Black-
Triple six is the clique, why
where both 10yrs
We couldn't stay a day without seen ourselves
We played games table tennis montal combat & shares just 2 mention a few of tha bond that
homies when we hit the weed
Avenge me if I die by my enemies
Make sure they bleed
Put their faces on the front page
Blow a nigga in his dome,
Close
I'm po'ed up and I'm off drank
Floating up cuz I'm off dank
Louie belt to hold the balmains
All apparel by Sauce mane
Bracelets - bout 4 rangs
Maybe two
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