Lyrics:
on the Bible when the court see me
Swear to tell the truth and nothin’ but
Up by a billi’, yeah, and still cuttin’ up
Uh
Up by a billi’
It’s only gettin’ dumber
tospeak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
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God damn i do thas shit so
yall to speak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
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God damn i do
dressed up cuttin' ties
Seen the hatred in your eyes
Shawty really want I called two times
Gotta let it ride
Feelings in my body they coincide
Shawty
niggas couldn't stick it
Forget it, you regret you ever stepped to this man, so bet
I recollect, a-mic-checka 1-2 and what you're thinkin'?
I want
pound
You can read through the crooked smile
You don't see why I love you now
So what's the reason to rush it now
Cuttin' up on me
I'm gushing out
Is it
Spend dog shit every vibe
T'd up, keep pipe in the Bent'
Two hoes stuffed in the back
Keep quotin' my raps
To tеll 'em let 'em fight for thе dick (yeah)
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we
robbery
It go one two three red light green light
Passenger seat you die comfortably
Lungs on e yea I quit the loud but it's coolie if you wanna scroll one
cuttin' on me from the neck to the pantspants
Maison Margiela, when I'm steppin' outside
Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up
But it ain't no love
Floatin' above everything
I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain
Beat the slang
Chorus (Fat Pat)
Verse 2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang
the pack, finesse that then I get a next pack
Roll on your block with the MAC turnt up
Five in the .38 spin, two bells in that gauge
Live corn in my gun
can't take back, cause that's what we are
Trying hard to change the way life we live
Yo, its all good, I'm likin that two-hundred ?stand me?
It
Hey yo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm goin' play
of Burbank, Illinois, please call us immediately
Uh, bitch, I'm with the crew
Bitch, I'm with the crew
Acting goofy off the juice, now we only seeing twos
handle
Whether you do music or not, you wish you could sample
And I had to live through the scandals, public humiliations and breaks up on camera
It's
Too Damn Hype
And alright
Now pump it up y'all
Too Damn Hype
And come on
Say what, say what?
Too Damn Hype
That's alright
Come on, we are, we are
Too
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
is we just do what we do
Take it by today its just me and my crew
All we know how to do is line em up and
I Knock em 1 by 1
And 2 by 2
That's what
[chorus] {:13}
run up in your crib, where you live, let you die
put you one in the bed home-vade
duct tape your whole body to you ankles to your
up the Westside on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
& laid out for
matter who next (gotta line up, it don't matter who next)
Catch me with two red twins on side of me like Johnny Test (like Johnny Test)
And the migo I
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