Lyrics:
pull up on Holmes rd
Gotta watch that nigga cuz he comin like the popo
Betta watch ya bitch I got game by the boatload
Foot on they necks money bags in
gone
You're pressin rewind, many, many times
I must rock the mic cause it's only right
Comin right up off of Eastern ground
This is how you get down, I
don't the deal
But they know just what to do
Everybody talkin' in the streets so you know that I'm comin' straight for you
I'm a killer, a mass murda,
use to be with Pope
Unk sat down and did his time I see between the lines
You aint gone go at this shit a thou it ain't no need of trying
Pull up in
a hold this shit down by myself
Get rich or die tryin till Im holding up the belt
Hustla DNA
Can’t explain no other way
Just something in my blood that
be up all night, I been grinding
Stay down when it felt like dying My head's fucked up, the streets showed me a lot
I been on my grind, That what's
year that all
Y'all playa haters can bite me
Around this bitch
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on vogues
Comin' up
feel my face
I can't feel my face
That pack jumpin', those fiends comin'
That line all down the block
(That mean that soft comin', that beam
a stage behind the scenes
Living by the street code so you always need yo heat
You can never say you love me if you don't know what it mean
Pacing back n
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
a glock
U hop out swinging wit dat drac
You definitely gotta hit yo opp
And dats off top nigga
Aye aye I like slidin in suvs
Lay down the seats wit
Da drac
sure as hell ain't much I can do about....
There's a Melt Down in the Sky
There's a new day comin and I don't know why
There's a tear stuck in my eye
a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}
La da da da da da da
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}
From the LB, LB
{They say Tray Deee is
, da-da-da-da, don't wanna hold you (hold you)
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, don't wanna hold you (hold you)
Hold you up, hold you down, hold you to comin' back
to be around some shit
Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit
Real quick to do my justice
Walk the streets and stay close to my musket
Bust this,
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Till we pull up leave they brains on da street
Ayeeee
Better get right or you get left
My raps is Grade A and you nigga get F's
Earned all my stripes
‘n’ down like we’re watching the stocks
Them niggas keep preein’, they do that a lot
Bro was seaside livin’, hitting all of da dots
You ain’t ever had
lightning
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your
enough
They be talkin' dat roughneck shit
Be comin' they quit
Fuck dat blood is ticker
Than water shit
That shit is counterfeit
Devil go where da
you're missing me and n*gga you don't know why.
Million Dollar deals, you tryna kill me.
Unks in the truck, with the street sweet.
me though
Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatch you know
'Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my
and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
?Fly? down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by
bitch made we thougher than tough
Comin' from the Murda bitch
Came in from da Murda
Came in from da Murda
I came from Murdaworth
Bitch I know my worth
I
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