Lyrics:
Chase a bag can't chase a bitch
Fuck it jump out crash the whip
Get them racks and make them flip
Know I can't do no average shit
G-Get them racks
kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give
kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
No snakes in the grass so let’s run it up
Flip the profit look back it just doubled up
Kept it real from the jump so you really ain’t got no reason
when it comes to me
Fuck it lil mama, here let's see
We French inhaling on these trees
Just take it off no strip tease
Throwing 100, 20's and these
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really want to hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side
fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[The Game:]
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask,
dogs alone tha’ jus’ not who I am
You need be bold I am My pack know who I am
They jump I jump I jump they jump I’ll slide da who I am lil bro wassup
I
at the bubble
It’s 3 C’s nigga we on the A
Shit get real when you hit the field ain’t no play play
Spot the outta state splash a window then we vacate
Got some
that they knocked off his eyelash
You is an opp nigga, we do not like that
You textin' me, lil' ho, I do not write back
I'm really playin' that ho
shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jump off and jump off flow
Yo I'm in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit
Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2
Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou
Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose
Go, sippin'
blocka flip ya backwards
No Witnesses no evidence so feds don't know what happened
He was raised up by them killers and them dealers and them trappers
Lil
I take ya king off the hill
Make this shit jump just a lil
Do what I do for the bill
Thrills
Straight from the bottom I build
Told me don't do it but
trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager
I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it though (no)
Members creep like TLC,
here with this thang
It's all delicious baby
[Verse 3:]
I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
I
you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin' fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with
and now Simon's on No. l, Vivian 2,
Nigel 3, Gervaise on 4 and Oliver bringing up the rear. Ah there's
Oliver
(Oliver is still trying to jump
a big body sitting outside with the Lamb yeah I sit with the stick
I got this bitch and I'm making that lil hoe shout yeah she want my dick
Hold up jump
Chasin' Ms, can't get no Zs, hustle like it's two of me (Bagg)
Flip my backend, ninety Gs, smart investment, fifty Ps
I let lil' bro roll my weed, we just
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind
One afta' another and another
How they come slippin out the clips
see 'em flip and hm hum
[B.G.]
You see how Hot
the left
No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death
Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
Skin peeled off your flesh, I
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