Lyrics:
while thuggin
My baby momma complain I'm full wit pain
Cigrettes tha tame enemies filled wit pain
Itchy fingers while niggaz they snitched out
on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
the money
Now the shit u say cant get a coin for it
U don't know who u are
I know some nigga in the D that tell me I ain't off by the far
And what they do
Y'all ready for this?
Ha, I don't think so
Yeah, oh, listen to this
We gonna come at ya
Cypress Hill
Yo, yo, yo, all my niggaz say jump up
Doc broke
live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into
So astronomical my
Premier scratches]
"Boston niggaz don't play.." ".. live and direct son"
"The crew is sayin somethin.." ".. you know the deal"
[Verse Two]
Will them dogs
I escape from the world
To show niggaz that my style is superb
For what it's worth I'm gettin off planet Earth
but I gotta redefine gravity
bih a chief
I told my brother Meechi we eating but this ain't BMF
Ain't nun but P'z and Z'z you know gang them ZMF
I'm in these streets for Real
dripped inside my Reebok
Back to being in desk I'm the CEO for 2 jobs
I'm a boss with my niggaz know we gotta live up
Yeah, Niggaz hating how I be living
the cards we dealt
Doin' it my way, you bitches strugglin' for help
I hear your rumors and your so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet
get yo whole squad crucified
Na Nah na nah
2x
Now I was baptized in the blood of the devil himself
that's why the reason for my life is always followed
like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like fuckin' supermodel bitches and not bustin' off twice
I murda' any mic device, for
kin, I'm saying tho
That nigga like shit, thirsty for the bitches
Sagging my pants and shit
Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch
like basement
These bitches and money I'm chasing
And I could see there's nothing for me
D'ussé and henny I'm drinking
Cause I got blood on my hands
Yeah
you good for my soul
Without you i have no hope it always been fucc them hoes
Aye you by my side and i cant let you go
If you talk out yo name you get
I put everything before you
People pleasing and thinking these lame bitches were loyal
Fake friends, I use to treat all them niggaz like royals
If I
music on the shelf
For at least a high 16, me and my car and my cabinet
And everybody on my team stackin green
Now that's a good look for us! Gotta know
Norman Bates
I wanna kill the devil for talkin shit
Cause he can't get a taste of the chocolate
African breast; cause white bitches got no butt and no
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
Whatevers moving in the city
Imma make the city move
From bitches to drugs
And im good too i be turning
Bitches to thugs
And i put them to work for me
Got
niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the North, South, East, to the West
Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how
(uhh)
Bitches saying ohh Chief you owe me
So silly, turn her words like Timmy (what)
Fairly odd, more tunes like my names Jimmy
Chinese, beats pumping out
getting off last week
I had to shut the homie down cause he thought he could pass me
But y'all ain't got no work ethic, you niggaz is nasty
Yo bitches is
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
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