Lyrics:
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
I’m putting work and the lord is on my side
All you niggas that be hating best believe you fucking blind
Always keep 1000 I ain’t never spreading lies
I
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
and pluck'em
Strap tsay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
molla
Li3waj ghangad
Mo m3a star
Kandarbo montif
3chiri b l3bar
Srabes kit9daw
Allo fri lblan nigga
F lkarwa kadour
Ghatbki lil nigga
Bitch c'est L'ZONE
the media tryna abuse me
Y'all wanna crucify me, huh? (Oh yeah)
She a God-fearin' woman, but back that ass up
Juvenile in '99, now I'm tryna find peace
Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click
Man, I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies?
Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget 'bout Turk
I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty
the green
Bodies droppin', I send out the green
Free my niggas that's still in the can
Everything ain't as bad as it seems
Judge offered me juvenile life
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
engraved
You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but
You can't fuck with the nigga that's live
Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
Spark up
engraved
You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but
You can't fuck with the nigga that's live
Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty
Spark up
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
s*** was a easy task
Back in the days that pa**ed
When b****es use to cut cla**
Just to let a dumb n**** hit that a**
Now everything f***ed up
Sure
Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click
Man, I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
pills
Then that one turn to two
And that two turnt the three
And I swear that I'm being real
Ian care what it was
I was hooked on these drugs
And now I
all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers
And you know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
S, that spell Queens
the stick, I'll air it like B&B
If I tell you, I love you believe in me
F.O.E, that's for life ain't no cheating it
Imma make sure, whole team rock Amiri jeans
die for your nigga?
[F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga
[J] Would you ride for your nigga?
[F] I gets lie for my nigga
[J] Would you live for your nigga?
[F
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
Night by night, now that 10K got me right
Fuck who did me wrong, it's only right
I put it on my song, free my niggas locked alone (free the guys)
I
ghetto godz
Boom a Nigga top
Grab her by the hip
And make a Nigga hop
Cause this that pop shit
Photograph me in my T
I'm opless
Shawty wanna throw it
how it is to be the last
i allreaddy told you that
i can't answer
shadow hurts like canser
couz we real mother f**kin gangsta's
we real mother f
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