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Speakin' of life, my nigga Ike, he doin' three of them thangs
All he ever really wanted was to feed his daughter and get her the key to the Range
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Squit let's go
Dalyb, dalyb, dalyb slovakia, what's good?
We out here
Got that TEC, so please don't disrespect
Nigga let's go
Scum Gang, bitch,
off Willie's diamond
Designin' hoods, crept on without the Teflon
This plain resident left Georgia early like Stefan
Got chrome by the ozones
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance and if you slang
Then you'd better have yo' Nikes on
Cause when we fight it's in the middle
sure you're right, lil' nigga
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga
Birdman Willie B
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
Hundred K
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
I'm in love with my thang, more drugs for the pain, I'm stuck in my ways, yeah
Nigga fuck what you claim, nigga fuck what you bang, yeah
Don't
the gleams from the Infra-Red beams
Another motherfuckin' walk-by in your hood
Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga Death,
needs you
Keep it K1 K1 K1 with you
Keep it K1 K1 K1 with you
Never by rules even national
I say truth they go irrational
Hate news swear TV from the east
to hang
It's a back road down home hillbilly kind of a thang
Man I can't wait to
Jam with the band
Sing a little Willie
Sing a little Hagg all night long
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
ran up bout 20K
(That's a light day)
My lil' yeah in her feelings she actin' strange
Wanna fit in my schedule, I'm gettin it
baby, I'm a business man
that from Stanley Lieberman
A.K.A. Stan Lee
Stanley Lieberman
The question was posed
Do you have any foes
I'on't know
I suppose
I keep my conversation
numbers, like mathematicians, Oh yeah, our stats high
Don't f**k with you ni***s, I stay to myself
Don't worry about bi***es, they after my wealth
I stayed
(Willie D)
Yeah, this goes out to all you humps out there
That think you are better cause you got the cashmere sweater
Stop look and listen
Pay
stay to myself dog yeah I'm good on that
I never need a nigga for nothing not a thang
And nigga ever said a thang he a fuckin lame
He fuckin' lying
I'm
This hoe a good girl but not in the dark
I'm slapping her ass I'm leaving a mark
She feeling me
Piping her down now she tryna live with me
Oh I forgot
to my name cuh
Slidding through the opps, gangsta boogie tear that thang up
Niggas in here makin' faces like we won't rearrange, cuz
Gettin' chased by
spendin' no time
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine
Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"
His thang like a dirty
come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang
Uh-uh, that's a no, I bring a light to ya hood with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him,
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