Lyrics:
like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I'll leave 'ya flat, nigga
(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney Niggas got
to his knees
Say where the cheese?
We Ridaz!
*(Chorus)* 2x
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
I'm juss' a Y.G.
Who snuck in the gamblin' shacks
Scramblin' crack
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
shots in the private jet
Mirror Mirror on the wall
[Verse 3: 7 Pages]
50/50 in another way
I can trap in another way
Bitches trapping in the private jet
situations will put a brick
Wall up on a nigga
But either way I got to make it through
I know a lot of shit come my way
But it's ok
I know it probably could've
another ditch
In a suit and tie like you puttin' on the Ritz
Three record deals show me ignorance was bliss
Tryna milk a game that is only two percent
X
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
once
Googling Scarjo nudes
In a teams call
With the client
Why do humans always have to rank things
Number one this
Number two that
Number four is always
About they never talked about the guns or the drugs
'Til I saw the guns and the drugs
There is tons in the hood
I'll admit, I never sold a sack in
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
going in
Eleven, Ten, Nine, Eight
Counterclockwise you're going in
Seven, Six, Five, Four
Counterclockwise you're going in
Three, Two, One, Twelve-,
Rah Digga (Rah Digga)
Baby Sham (Baby Sham)
Rampage (Rampage)
Yeah
Another Voyage nigga (Another one)
[Busta Rhymes]
One two three
Come
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
of forces
Up down too far behind
One more day in this faulty body
Leads to
Downtime no passway
Past causeway no halfway
Mostly everything has a shadow
2
couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself
I'm awaiting a vacation
Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas
On the phone with Joe, finishing
on a daily OK THO
Until the day I die I'm a get it right back by the caseload OK THO
On Rodeo miracle whip BENZO wall mayo.
Take another trip it will be OK THO
me, test who?
Test me, 2Real that's Depz g
Riding round with my older dawgs
In that X6 no X3 and I still rap
Still trap
Still out here trynna see a mill
hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
grip
Im in love with her lips
I fell in love with the stick
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the bricks
I fell in love with
Wake up
To the ghost of you
Lying next to me in this bed for two
You said so much by saying nothing at all
You just kicked me to the curb
And now I
a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin' punks six feet deep
And gettin' money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
Show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he
Wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
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