Lyrics:
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
things you never told
You and yo brother sharing clothes
Plus you jealous of your bro
Cus his father in his life meanwhile yo daddy is a hoe
He ain't
boy don't run game
I said maybe I've changed
I said yo what's yo name
She said I want Yo change
I said girl don't you play
She said maybe I've
down to the flo'
I'm a pimp, yeah I speak the code
I be highed up but I keep it low
Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo
Dope boy, dope style,
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
on yo curb bullets fly out that black truck
Watch them boys shoot a movie with extended clips swear to God they gone act up
I stand on my own 2 my bitch
a spoon you watch em get it bac
By morning touch a zip
Come out that microwave
Time for that pirex young nica
And then u get up
Live yo life under this
the city
Lil' Ya fa'sho just call me the Frank Nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I
lower class boys
You a bitch you a broke boy
No you can't fuck with us boy
How you bugging all the dope boys
Backwards backwards
Always going forward
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
mentality boy (God)
Mamba mentality boy
Better go run to yo mama it's (Kobe)
Mamba mentality, only fuck bitches that watching they calories
Everyone gang
Ghetto Soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston
Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows
relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back
It seem like in anotha lifetime I used
or beat 'em with pipes
So don't come out, stay inside cozy and tucked
And if I'm breakin' in, your old lady's gettin..FUCKED!
[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
ALL
Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
[Charlie 2na]
Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
Yo, yeah, this is the Rocafella remix
Killer-Cam, Nappy Roots, y'all ready?
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
I'm Coming Home
I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!
what yo bitch think
We get boxes by the bale, in the hood got Big Rank
In the kitchen like I'm whipping, residue all on the sink
My lil niggas a leave
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
nigga
Another bullshit nigga obviously like I figured
To keep it Aiko yeah that boy he got me trigger
But I'ma dip queso
Fuck you and yo say so
Cause I’m
as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles
the code, shock me with a million volts
I'm forever dope, touched by the Holy Ghost
You see, they hate what they don't understand
Father, forgive them,
my own hero
Be yo own hero
I'm my own hero now
Be yo own
Aye believe in yaself boy
Cause I can tell that the wealth got us under a spell
Look what we
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