Lyrics:
yo name)
New Louis on the rack now its in my closet (got it all)
Chase race to the bank made a M deposit (bling bling)
I be buying all this drip, I
I'm movin' the chains
Tryin' to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin' my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin' to hit the wall, make
who had to make a name so the bells ring
So nobody would trouble my siblings in this whirlwind
My older cousin wasn't known for nothin'
Never had no
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
of my name keeping niggas alert
I'm- getting to da dough like Pillsbury
Ain't tryna die without a mil' to bury
If it's about da money then you know imma
one up to my hood
It's the M.P.L.S. yiggy yes y'allin'
Niggas heard me stomp from Houston to Saint Balling
Callin' to the ring if you think you can
(Watch out wit all that swervin')
Srayin yo lane
Cause if you swerve up in my lane you gon get hit by this train (We #ill4real)
Hold on give me space
you
Callin' a code nine on 'em
I'm in that four by four
With all your hoes
Say your name
Don't know it
Look at this gas I roll
My gut so swole
Got a
Big
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick
Name brand bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this
Game that got pretty
with the slide
And the hammer for spring cleanin'
Blood on the record
Splatter in seconds
My heart beatin'
If you ever had a doubt
Counted me out
Kicked
Do this by myself I do it by my Lonely
Gotta watch my back
Cause all my ops be Roaming
When I shoot I never Miss
They be like there go Kobe
Don't you
Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list)
This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (As Mr. Maygreen... good evening...)
trust my dawgs
In the name of the Lord
T-H-you-G
Were not raised in hell
Just spray
With the G-A-G-E
Smack em with the buck shot
Guard your face
dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Liked by folks it
still a method to my madness
Blast, niggas laugh, callin' cash cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics'll leave 'em spell
dont gotta talk to much
I never gave a fuck
Fucked a ten
Kicked her out
Now that bitch a dub
Live for the game
Hoes callin my name
Its all hate til
a referee, these niggas so foul
If you ain't callin' 'bout no money
Nigga don't dial
I stay on my P's and Q's
I'm ten toes down i just left from out the
U
I don't know why man's callin' me family all of a sudden
Like hmm, my mum don't know your mum
Stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones
gone
Cousin Chuy callin' Got it by the boat load
This Quarantine got my trips getting postponed
Hard to trust niggas got me moving solo
I call Rocc hit
paid by the hour
Drippin hard I need a towel
All of these giving me power
All of these getting me lit
Hundred racks all on my wrist
I got your name
My Name Speaks Volumes
Every track I'm killin' it
Leavin' the beat haunted
Get the job done
And they know to keep callin'
Steppin on necks, I been
Everyting criss man
Everyting criss
Callin to my peeps now
Calling to my peeps
Everyting criss man
Everyting criss
Light another spliff yo
Happiness
like ol girl got booed at Apollo
13 Ghost use my Hollow Mans for Friday 13th
You be Ghost, Backdraft from the toast
Niggaz who drop names is, oh so
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
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