Lyrics:
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
down the way, you know--around the way
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, shit
Ballin never been a issue
If i want it i got it
You da type nigga get a gun just to shot it
Fuck i meant shoot it
Bitch just hit my phone talm bout
same opponent
Body for Body
We can do it retribution
You niggahs dont know what that me you stupid
3 Album Pushing, Talking real serious
Everybody
show
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka-boo
A name pertained for niggas who WHO
Who
All you see is skin
Yeah me in the flesh
I'm the best
Are you listening
Five albums one year
This the 5th
Who betta den
Me
Punkin Bitch
Just to say
the whole FTK
You know, Mr. Mike Love, Bulumaster, what up!
Can't forget, Veedaugh, DJ Pharus, Coops, DJ Timbuktu
K-scratch, The Base Man, Boogie Boy
Dj
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
Go Ham for the green
Im grinding, the album $9.99
Reprised Im back to selling dimes
I never thought I say it again
You know its B-l-a-c-k on da end I
the Mavericks
And I’m cut from a whole different fabric
Young nigga a star so I’m feel like patrick
Yeen gone play wit lil k dey gone catch u in traffic
Pull
turned down and the beat down low
Throw the 40-cal and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
Cause you can catch
keep some bad bitches 'round me
What up Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch
[Chorus]
Branded, scorned is the one who ran
What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man.
Wherever you go, for the rest of your
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
flex but my name hold some weight like the nets
Just make sure you mention my name when u talk about who been the best wit the flows
Thought U knew I
You know we be up in da cut
I fuck that bitch while I be standin up
Lil bitch you know dat I’m fly like a dove
My brother my dawg and your bitch is
hands out, I’d rather ball wit a fist
Mama said you better put the work in
Watch how everything works
I let God take the wheel
Now we swerving, and we
stank
Bass from K Dawg I really don't play dawg
Drip on shower every hour like it's May dawg
Funny thing I was just like you
Then I got up off my ass
go get it the harder Way
K wit the scope i can see u from Far away
Packs coming in and im gon get Em gone today
Still n da trap eryday it's a Holiday
games
Cant feel my pain
Fuck nigga u ain stayin in yo lane
Told these niggaz I ain nun to play wit damn
Dat nigga catchin da K clip
I feel like yung
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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