Lyrics:
on, if I ring alarm
KlubHouse who to kno nigga, don't fuck wit us then that's good to kno
Try one it's on go nigga, other than that just sit and watch
like a doll
How you my bro but you want me to fall
Fuck what you think nigga i seen it all
Roll up that dope wit my back gainst the wall
Ima grind till
and guns under the pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me
But don't twist it 'cause none of y'all niggas worry me
What the fuck you
Yeah yeah
Fix that guitar shit
Yeah
Hey yo Mystikal
(Here I go wha)
Is they getting' rowdy wit' us
Is they wildin' wit us
Yeah yeah
Flipmode
Believe me
I am unbothered
When it come to you ni**as
Cause ima eye the secret eye and then chop it wit jigga
Who the fuck
That ni**a is
Wit albums
runin the streets
Wit that package
Dodgin through traffic that's narrow
And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels
Chorus 2X
Verse 2
problem
I know he gon' fold
Fuck wit the kid
put his ass in the grove
Six bullets in
Your toes gon' be froze
I put you in a coffin
That shit gon' be cold
You think you got it
But I'm seein that you new to this
An yall be blinded by the game
While I'm chewin bitch
Don't be surprised what's in my veins
(Intro: Yukmouth)
Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress
(Is that right?), baby mamma's own
Speak on this, uh
(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My
Act tough and the gang gon' get to clappin'
Bitch, fuck you askin' all them questions?
Fuck wit' 'em then you
Duckin' wit' 'em next, and
Know that it
fuck wit me Know that I'm tied in
Keep utensils on me case we Dine In
Splat ya face onna canvas that's 9M
Turnt you a logo have Blaccstar design it
a problem
Ain't no hope so they doubted
By the code they acknowledge
Never told on nobody letting know we was silent
I decided that I had to let her go fuck
Uh, what it's Gangsta Boo ya'll what
It's Hypnotize ya'll what
We ain't playin wit you ho
We ain't playin wit ya
We ain't playin wit you ho
We ain't
It don’t take no rocket science to prove that y’all are asleep
But I’ll be poppin out the cut wit some shit that you’ll never see
Don’t compare me
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (y'all know who)
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in
an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
it up
Said she want some dick
And she getting it from one of us
Get bumrushed
By a nigga wit a blunderbuss
If a nigga get close
I'ma hit em wit
Callisto daily designer
Make my way out of desire
Full wit friends and full wit liars
Where to go I'm goin higher
Fuck up out my life Ion need you
Taking my
by the pound bruh
Catch me rollin wit a crown bruh
You mad
You better change that frown bruh
Ya bitch
Got her in a jag bruh
You see me
Riding in
out today
I put a stack on ya head if you fuck wit my brother ain't come out to play
556 lift a nigga spin yo ass round that's the price you'll pay
I'm
Louie and Fendi
You be steady, she screwing wit me
I gave you my heart baby
Look
Know you fucking wit a king
Da Illist
And don't forget about my homie
niggaz
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
(want) what (what)
None of you niggaz is be -Sig' word I'm done with you niggaz
[Beanie Sigel]
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
that we smokin' wit bigger leaves planting wit bigger seeds can't help it baby this is the life of these G's
We G'z boy y'all betta know full of malt
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