Lyrics:
heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my
related with a gang of niggas you can Google
I never needed no approval, I could prove it to you
Your son ain't got no life insurance, I'ma shoot it
your jobs
I'll sue you you just killed me
Throat is closing up and now
You can barely hear me
Tommy read my death note
I'll make all of you feel guilty
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
laughing at himself and soon the laughs would catch on
See Tommy gave no regard to class or grace
His only goal was to put a smile on every single face
All
on me and got their lil ass punished
I'm dragging my nuts cause I do what I want
You ain't having no motion go get you some money
I shit bag a nigga he
your mouth
It's me, Warren G, the nigga with the clout (woo)
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't
mouth
It's me, Warren G, the nigga with the clout (woo)
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none
bleeding
I'm probably gonna burn for this
Ain't no lesson to learn from this
There's nothing I'ma earn
But it sure is fun (to catch a predator)
I said
body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by
body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by
fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
You in
heart to many times
Ain't got no love now
Drugs can't hold me sipping purple till my body numb
Streets so cold they'll turn a pistol to a tommy gun
I
In my own lane right now
Just hunt em and fuck em
Wanna slow me down
Nigga here's you some mustard
"No ketchup"
I can't have you by my side
If you act
his fuckin' throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin'
the body shop
Get your mommy knocked
And your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I take your life to the ninth inning
A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my
know I be
I be out my body, higher than them redwood trees
And I keep that Tommy, case someone wan start with me
This girl said I don't get geeked,
none
Spit fire like this is hot ones
These pussies be playing possum
It's madness coming where I'm from
The man dem ain't got no options
It's rare to see
Tried to do me down greasy keep the pump for protection yeah
From them Benjamin Franks to them Tommy's
My ambition my mission is to this money
Fo I could
case by case basis
This shit so rotten you can taste it
Ain't no expiration date needed
Demand supply until we shrivel up and die
Wise guy wanna chalk
Ferguson days on Castro
Wasn't no cash flow
But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul
his fuckin' throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin'
me now
Gdos running ship, dlt represent, we own this town
All money in no money out, that the slogan
I ain't got no role models, we looked up
that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Never let it go, 'cause
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