Lyrics:
rappers to shake a stick at
I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to
Cause we be makin' stacks like Stax Records
My squad, we gotta
my new weapon, weapon of choice
Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice
Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice
You can blow with this
Or you can
nigga (Stax)
I send a chic out to Des Moines
Still trappin' usin' bit coins (Blah blah blah)
I'm still dat same little nigga
I'm still dat same little
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
and villages flyin' by
Farewell, frauleins; don't you cry
You'll soon get another G.I.
Come on, train, and get the lead out
Well, one more day we gotta
wan hold me for ransom
I'm about to blow up like a time bomb
That's why you girl wan blow me like a time bomb
She kneel down cause the king don come
and villages flyin' by
Farewell, frauleins; don't you cry
You'll soon get another G.I.
Come on, train, and get the lead out
Well, one more day we gotta
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
How long will I be this way? Shady until my dying day
'Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say
So
see me pour?
He saw me flow blow like a C4 (boom)
Flex The Cat back in the corner
Think he's a goner?
Man that's when he roar
G G's on Ybor
Wanna see me
with switches and no safety
Hollow tips they shot through
Got get it nigga by any means
Gucci jacket with all the G
Exclusive shit rather g star Jeans
to blow)
Cootie in the chair
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all (you're all)
I need (all I need) (you don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm
[Talking - see-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin, that mutha fuckin West Coast like nigga?
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
[C-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin' Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin', that mutha fuckin' West Coast like nigga?
You know what I'm
have seen the light,
I'm good by day and I'm good by night,
So blow, Gabriel, blow,
Once I was headed for hell,
Once I was headed for hell,
But
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have niggas post up on ya
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
where
More and more brothers givin' up and don't care
Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed
And I proceed to blow the track up, for
by ya
You only in the floor if you a true rider
Got no time for no fucking dick riders
You only on the floor if you a true rider and a
And a G
New house by the sand
It cost a couple grand
Mimosa in my hand
Blow up
Ugh, it's time to put these plays in motion
Mimosa in my hand while I kick
somethin' to blow your back out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
You ain't had a real nigga in your life, ayy
I can tell by the look in your eyes,
the one
(But you know I'm always open to suggestions)
Said, let me be the one
(Down for you, should never be a question babe)
To blow your mind (blow
G's in PA
G's from the city
G's from the South so real
Hol up,
You know what it is
Four fours and I'm poked out
Old school, with them spokes out
Ion
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