Lyrics:
I call my Glock up
I'm really done in niggas
Al Capone'in niggas
I don't fuck with no pigs
Unless I'm farmin' nigga
I like harmin' niggas
You Pee-wee
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
take her like a Mac
I act in her favorite key, and that's a G
When she walked up t' me tryna speak, she tells me
That I'm not like the other guys
I
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
you kept on the low oh oh uh oh
I thought I had my game tight until
I got caught up in the night
Cause I didn't turn off my cell phone on on
Heard
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
'till i get recoil
Switch positions, give her the bone
Wont make it home
Talking through a fucking phone
Not alone, mob ties, Al Capone
Roll up a j, get
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
to Rawls pick me a beat to freak on
Something with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on
The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on
Up in
shit up catch a
Get high bitches heard about our statis
They be all in our faces
Where we used to dwell
But now you catching a charge
I know you mad
initials in the winner's
Circle: CFO, in seventh place his fourth
Game, he racks up 12, 000
Points second place but when
I congratulate him, he points
picture
Like her portrait in a frame
I’m Caught up in a game
(Man I’m caught up in a game)
Unfortunatly taught that
Extortion is a trade
The distortion
Ho ho ho, ok, who's next in line step right up,
Hello there young man, (Hi) what do you want for Christmas?
I want a race car track, some new
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
we thought
We'd go to jail for any case we caught
For all the yay we bought
Not a dime did we say we borrowed
Bought damn near every pair of J's
You silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches for envyin' all our riches
Your game's just like a midget,
go 'head
Look pot of gold my clique name
Niggas tradin' souls for a bit of fame
Look, word to my pablo G gave me the game
I be up all night for this
house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money, hold up
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (Come on)
Say
house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money, hold up
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (Come on)
Say
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
now it's printable, you in critical
Me clinical, it ain't liberal, you minimal
Typical run-of-the-mill
You pitiful appendages
Ran up the top, not rap, I
Glizzock
Big Glock, yeah (yeah)
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
I was raised by my grandma, young nigga was bad as hell
Know my mama wanna rap 'cause
up to the driver side of his automobile
Bring him to a hotel room for sex
And don't get caught for real
Cause if he finds out
You the only one that'll
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