Lyrics:
Pittsburgh
Hold up locc (What?)
I know that flea
She been out 'n club hoppin' since '83 (Ain't this a bitch)
And the bitch is still hoin'
See, get
throwin' rocks at my throne, I just shoot chrome back
Trust me, my gun go off, that's a true known fact (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Brought my
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
Smoke Involve’n Us
You Better Duck When AR’s Up
Them Hollows Eat, Eat Up Ya Guts
And Drew One Two, Bitch Aint No Luck
Cock Back, He Fucked,
Wide
running off (fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose gold Presi' blown, yeah, that's a 100 ball (yes)
Fuck the stage, I ain't doing no more shows unless my gun
I remember I ain't have s***
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these n****s hating on a young n****
Stand up
Twin can hit the Soda bring back fifty like he d rose sheesh
flow tighter than some speedos huh yea I'm a Big Dawg
I see y'all doing more Cap'n than
the guns down
Drop the bags off, put my gun on me
Thick ass bitch, put ones on her
Bitch need to listen, my gun inside
Way I'm doin' this shit seem
This for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
Look, gang
This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
Better keep your gun bitch
talking back, bih
Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!
Back back, I got a MAC in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
CANT STOP YET
TOLD EM MEET IN THAT BOTTOM I BLOW HIS YOO BAKC I BEEN SOLO AIMING FOR THE STARS N U CANT TOP THAT…. I can’t stop yet
U got some raw
make'em watch
Lil how don't love no b***h
We regret to inform you
Yeah n***a we ain't normal we coming for you
Catch you slipping off the oil
And make it
should of stayed your ass home bop, you got a flow--not
[Illa Noyz]
I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel
'cause I was sent to do, murder
walk by me and want em a pic
Feelin so grimy might catch me a bitch (feelin so grimy might catch me a bitch)
All of this Fuckin codeine that I sip
Flight
I'm a culprit, I don't pray to no one, fuck that cult shit
Run up on me, big guns, you get offed quick
Fuck that off switch
Thanking God that I made
That's my thug bitch, thug bitch
Let's smoke, get high, unload the pistol
And do a drive-by
She'll shoot you in the back
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch
in grind mode off the lean moving slow mo
All my n***** roll more all my n***** get dough
Bad bitch and she go low (mm mm)
I been swerving in the O in
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed
Ty so it was only right
Bring em back twenty years, they was homies
Tight sixth grade
For the love
strapped with mack millos
Bustin' off caps through a cracked window, that's the MO
Push your wig back, make you a black Leno
The feds on her tracks got
(Ayy!) (Facts!)
Whole lotta money (Uh huh)
I gotta get me a gun
(Bitch)
Fuckin' that hoe in the whip
And she's suckin' that dick just for fun (Uh huh!)
I’m trying to stay in shape
This is how I get it in
By any means, bitch it’s in my genes
This is authentic
I don’t even write
N*gga god send it
I just
the projects
I just woke up, I got money on my mind
Grab my nine from underneath the bed
I put my vest on, smoke something
Cock my gun back, make sure it's
you that's you're head
Trying to keep the snakes up off the grass, But nowadays you never know
Same n***** want me dead, On gang I use to call em' bro
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