Lyrics:
of a fuckin pimp
Squares report to your battleship
Mood elevation advocate, sign me up
Catch me wit a hippy chick chilling rubbing amulets
Not a shred
swift
Fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say
We kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*
Shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm
and crash
Or maybe someone will come by with a match
And light this up like the dank from your stash
They callin me Twig because I'm skinny
I don't need a wig
y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon'
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed
them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with
Nicholas
The night before Christmas
My flip game ridiculous
And I pitched the zips of cocaine cousin?
Cause a lot of niggas fuckin wit Molly
That bitch
To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see
It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga,
enemy child for a while within the Mystic Styles
Ah, yeah, it's like this for the nine-five
Just like last year, you can't fuck wit' us, biatch
magic trick
No smoke and mirrors
cin't no you n me in conversation
Hoe
Don't compare us
I'm the captain
I give crackers to these fuckin' parrots
the casualties got us caught up in the game
I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could
Robert Kraft in town ? Can’t be fuckin wit no lazy bitch
Make that hoe fuck him for the bread,
But never pay the bitch
Or some 20/80 shit
Give that bitch
I'm your biggest fan
(Yo', I'm your biggest fan)
No, I'm, I'm his biggest fan ()
Ah, yes, yes, yes
(Yo'-Yo'-Yo', sign my fuckin' autograph
What
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
hear of us a lot
We the ones at the top
Let the 40s go and pop
We gon smoke yo fuckin top
Let the bodies go to drop
And this shi don't never stop
Fuck 12
swear theres somethin fuckin wrong witchu
Man its over, over
Over, over
Its over, over
Over, over
You too much to deal wit
Fuck yur feelings
I just wanted
gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of been talkin' shit
You knew who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin best
She who you fuckin been
Now I'm aimin'
Fizzace?)
Feelin' I'm gone come fuck wit you
(Come on down loco)
Ai please have some bitches please
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha
Locc I been hustlin' all
us
But on that fuckin' dyin' part, man, that's where I'm kinda stuck
'Cause nigga, it's your time to go, why the fuck you keep on sayin' us?
One
nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
This is hell mutha fuckas.
Verse 1
Uh.
All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people
make a movie about my
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
Yeah
Every hood's the same,
Every hood's the same,
C'mon
[Chorus]
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we fuck wit thugs,
They want
up ta shit's creek
Been bout it since 92 fuck the police
Didn't pretend like these fuck
Niggas streets chose me
I was by myself wit the heat
Nigga you
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