Lyrics:
to get fierce on me, I think it's time I tell them about themselves
Yo just give it to them safari sytle
Well, well, well it's L.A
The T.I
goddamn
I do what i can for you but i
Can't be true cause a man needs two
Understand
I'm not trying to be some asshole here I can
Tell by your look but I
Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in
some pricks you obviously tell by the thorns
Soon as we spawn, then it's up, ain't no stops, give ‘em hell by the sworm
Days on in
Like when you make
I can tell you threatened when you look me in the eyes
I can tell you threatened by the way you walk by
I can tell you threatened you ain't even
soloquise
Don Corleone Don Corleone
Tell em use them brain make dem no carry yarn
Boys in the south, boys fi the south
Tell em use them brain
Tell em
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
,
Or i hop in the coupe and take off the brains for em,
Tell the boys to back up,
I’m wit the gang and you know that they all strapped up,
He talkin
don't know what makes these little
Dudes all get into conflict
With somebody that'll bloody up your
Body and stomp 'em
I tell boys "I'm the shit" you
Know
wrapped around a fuckin' white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we was tryin' rob 'em hundred bands
Son of Sam, make
clothes
And by the end of the night I'll have a million hoes
I like hood boys
Yeah
They from the gutter
He got lots of bitches I wish I could tell his
Pennsylvania and some from Maryland
To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe's broad hand
We said we'll run â??em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay
But
the one
Who's gone hold you tight
Whatcha say?
Hey boy, tell me whatcha say?
Can I give you sum to feel?
Lemme putcha in ya zone
Need ya right here by my
round
Be about your cash, never slow down
Who is S.U.C., I bet they know now (tell em fool)
I came a long way from Grey Tapes, your boys been
Cowards
a little something like this
(Hook)
My mom would play
Lost boys
DMX
Billie holiday
Camron
Naughty by nature
Mary j
Long car rides same song replayed
The end result
B-boy Destruction
Party after party
Jam after jam
The weak would hang
Surrounded by the gang
Dangerous times
And corrupted minds
My pledge
and autumn too nigga no autotune
Niggas want smoke I don't see em through the fucking fumes
We don't show it when we got it boy that's a beginner's move uh
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy
of these niggaz guns right here boy!
It's goin down!
[Chorus: x2]
I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em
I showed 'em I showed 'em I
gettin to it
Tell me why them niggas hatin tho
Boy we got the same 24
What you waitin on?
My every move is a must watch
I'm trying to touch knots
And let
a lotta people, music overseas
And tell em bout the one who by my side, he watching over me
They hate to see me doing good, man, what's the reason
They only
signature's forged, boy
They say I'm headed to the county and
They said it's for a murder
In a zone like a touchdown
No need to be turned down
Catch a fade,
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