Lyrics:
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
from that, you wanna act like it ain't happen
Remember when my gun had jam, one of them time I had got in action
Went and got them Glocks, got that bitch
to the bank First N.B.C.
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
B Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life i'm livin, i'm
Blues
Mais nous on fuck ton R'n'B
Tes gars veulent pomper des bites
Mes gars veulent compter les biffs
Voir un reuf stagner c'est cheum mais
Voir un reuf
to finger fuck them
Niggas creeping in my main yard
Peeking through the window
Bird hunting like the gun game on Nintendo
Wish that I was there I probably
I up the gutta gutta lil boys freeze up
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it
Cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
a jam showin' jumpers
Press up on your bitch, I'm on her bumpers
Pull up in the coupe, I'm in a panther from Wakanda
Lately, tradin' juice, I like my
PAC flow
1st verse
Niccaz don’t, show no love because they jealous
Watchin how I bank, they on my frank like sum relish
Wishing they can be me n
your lobby
I can tell by your shoes that your ponytail new (new)
Tell how you move, I see your Summer Jam too (too)
Tell by the jewels, I'm a hundred
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam I make it cough loud feet up
Pow-pow smokin'
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
up like pam
Niggas don't want beef so I gotta' go ham
Reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
Make a nigga disappear alakazam
I do what I want
need my racks long
Don’t need a soul wit me run dis shit up all alone (By myself)
N I ain’t never gon stop until I’m dead n gone nigga (That's law)
I’m
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
blast
Shouldn't have took his cash
You gon' pay what you owe
Just like seed time and harvest
Reap what you sow
Live by the gun, so you gon' die by
Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar
Creek squad some people keep it gangsta, I
Just keep it country, oh Lord
Every single thing I got was got by me
I
weird judas became a angel
Degrees n lip professing -Keep it real is just statement
Y’all looking 4 Neo he architected by Satan
They Vs came with
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