Lyrics:
the pair I'm like why them people trying to track us
I got no time for a hoe only bitch I got time for is face down with that ass up ok
She give me diploma
Shut the fuck up if you think that i'm scary
Cause the boys tryna book us like a library
Cold ass cuffs the backseats plastic
One phone call who bring
make these on your neck?
That shit look like glitter
Exotic ass Runtz in the 'Wood
And you rollin' Swishers
This bitch kinda irritatin'
Finna hit her
buffies, I was on the run
In double-O-seven with the Golden Gun
Went to Gary got the Rollie done
Had to mix the Hutchie with the Golden Sun
On I94, with
quicksand
Ha reminisce
My hommies telling me I’m sure you’ll get another miss
Thought there was a bond between us and we grew closer
Now I’m over your ass
it, I beat the street and report, nigga
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga
The world ain't big enough for both of us
she gotta run aarons
Take this work downtown to this nigga named Gary
Bring me back what I need, and I'ma make it happen
I'ma give you the world, keep
of a asshole by nature
The truth is what niggas missing
I'm gon expose some niggas out
Here what the deal, quick to stealed
They never gon fight and they never
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
idol to rival, just like me hey
I can't ever be your rival cause that suggests we compete
Back to Pallet town Gary, I'll waste your party in a heartbeat
Feel like Gary Payton
Used to sleep on the floor
Ain't even have a blanket since he a demon
Bro gon' send his ass to Satan
Punches so fire
Hit the store
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
the purest
Disease of addiction
Only thing he know that cure it
Rehab her ass she was never trying to hear it
But every serving took a piece of his spirit
Not
blood ain't just for relatives
Them and us we just not relative
Word is bond with brothers who got
Hell to give
Tucked on the sidelines stuck
and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so
weed with us
We roll, get high, get drunk, more shots
Reload
Too high, he knows, three more, C4, we blow
Bitch, how could you be so fine?
Shake that ass
We don't know about the rest, we just stay blessed[00:04.84]Bitches know us in the club, we just made a mess[00:07.32]How many bullets in this choppa
clips we gone act us a fool(full) bout it
Mmmm nigga whats that bout
You crashed just by taking that route
Mmmm shoulda watched yo mouth
You dead on yo
I stay ready
Protect myself at all times
Try some it get deadly
Tryna build a better bond
Wit my sisters and my daddy
It's loyalty over anything
I'm
Want it all by now I'ma die some day tell them all that its on right now
Left hand on her ass right hand on the dough right now
Ain't no telling where
back door
slangin my yae-o
rollin on them po-poes
dropin that viper
smokin that indo
makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
don't you know
Killa
real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,
Yeah, you see this shit
Sound perfect right here
Keep them bitch ass niggas from 'round me
Y'all niggas talkin' like y'all was
Really like that
Can’t get caught without that fye i put that on my mother
5 deep in that cat just left out of hell.
Gary payton in my wood ik uk the smell
40 stuffed
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