Lyrics:
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
out his car door
Bust, bang, I let my nugs hang, chewed out my Mustang
And let this motherfuckin' gat sang
A bloody glock and a pocket full of rock
back
Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back
If ya bust it first I'm a dump back dump back
Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow
My nose
(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep
walkin' nigga with a badge
I end his future and his past with a blast, take his cash
Before bash and bash his head in, dump him at the dead in
And that's
to blast twice
[Ikon the Hologram]
Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice
[Tragedy Khadafi]
We smash mics, and blast too precise
[Ikon the Hologram]
Fast 40 days and pray
the 40 and cocked it my nigga
Ion even fuck with a snake
But I'd still bust out and shank you
Pull out the pistol point blank you
Guess I'm too blunt
fly out by next year dem time ya Guh visit all China, Bust mi naah diss mi island
a jus fi escape some hard times, caz dawg it nuh nice big up mi
(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
I'm about to blast
And bust 50 bullets in your motherfuckin' ass
Niggas think I'm crazy 'cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth
And plus I had
[E-40] White girl (x8)
(White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[E-40
for 'em, (blast for 'em), hit y'all niggaz with the Mag
Y'all think we fallin off (no, no, no, no, no, no)
hammers leave you torn apart, dump your body
a Blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw, bust a left turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver, known to give freaks hell
Had
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi
threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
hit you with a dump
Leaving you dead in the streets body slumped
Hit you with a bow then we pop trunk
Cruising and blowin on pounds of that skunk
Lightwise, Da Cross, OG, Jamal
Coming for you all, uh, it's like that
This is not a joke so don't you dare laugh
We ready to blast anybody stepping
nigga that’s that
Cocked to bust it and you’ll blast back
Got a little money wanna flash that
Before the wolves come out and blast gats
Pedal to the metal
Hit they whip up, make 'em crash
Run they pockets then hit the dash
They hate to see us makin' bands
Soon they'll act like they sum fans
Back up, .40
flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life
Live everyday like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin that broccoli now, takes me out
[E-40]
While I was bullshittin,
bitch tried to hit me upside the head with
bitch is flippin, shut the fuck up and fill the bag
All of a sudden boom, shots from the back room
It was a set up, dude yellin get lit up
Yo we bust
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