Lyrics:
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
Homie han kom hjem
Han har sona stor dom
Har en trang for de læga
Neger'n kommer jo fra bånn
Null arv, 6 barn, 9 til 5 virker dumt
Kjappe læg
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
assault
Show no mercy nor compassion
9
I need a wraith
I took 2 taxis
Dark taper fade
In Haval H6
A movie everyday
We don't play Netflix
Meeting my end
Aye, let me just rap
I've upgraded while they've waited
Will they love it, will they hate it
Never fade it I evade it
Cause I never really want
Lemme shout out bobby cuz, 6ix in there like
"Oh my goodness"
Nah, I just did that for the adlib, keep that (squad!)
Yeah, oh my goodness, oh my
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
In a M6 smoking on pressure
Teaching niggas game nickname professor
Need an umbrella it’ll rain in any weather
Rock my gold underwater that’s
my name outta your mouth
Grabbin you by your lapel
Now get the fuck out of my house
Two tone two tone
Better watch how we cook up the 2 for
With 2
What's money to a rich nigga? (Rich nigga)
At the end of day every nigga need a rich bitch (Rich bitch)
Yeah I'm riding on 6 figures (6 figures)
though
But it's gon to be hard to breathe if I feel played
Watch him fade as the shells jump from the 12 gauge
Militant mind I grew up around soldiers
One more year to go to the 6O
And I'm feeling so uptight
One more year to go to the 6O
And I gotta get it right
How did everything fly by?
As quick
like control yo mans
There’s no more endz and I ain’t tryna hold yo hand
I got 5-6 min for I’m way too gone
Got about 5-6 for way I’m way too gone
Know
around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?
You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for
frightened
Cuz when the storm comes you don't to get hit with lightning
Five-oh-nine, man, we running from the five-oh
Eight-seven-six, boy, we running
by the half
Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
in my 824 in gold
You ain’t Hussle-in
Marathon is controlled
By the K-O
This is a knockout fa sho
Aye Kobe
I watched you take it all ove(r)
Getting it
so I knock on my dick
4, 5, 6 Stacks in my face
When I come to the hold up place, run so fast like an 808
No j's no get no fade, in the crib no dish no
Hold my weight can’t hold me down
Middle man I clean em out
Its a drought
Plug don’t work
I change the route
Price to high
To fade da doubts
Take no
Gold chase it with some Jack
Perfect nights don't come around like this
Good times fade but this is one that'll stick
Round by round of alcohol time
we get it each way
When I'm in a funk I put on dunks like the east bay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Let
So much money, I was on my way, flaco on my case
Baby, I'm a jack boy, you can tell by my fade
Lil' Ma be on a roll, I'm payin' for my bae
He been
Fuck twelve bitch I handle this shit by myself
Got my blade and my Glock just chillin' on my shelf
Fuck twelve bitch I handle this shit by myself
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