Lyrics:
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull
attempts, precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk around with
is
I hope they brought their defense
About to be a bloodbath when we go and hang this weekend
What the fuck was your boy thinking?
Blah blah blah
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
We see em all
It's cool if you come hang wit us
You just gotta live dangerous
I don't care if you black, I don't care if you white
Come chill wit
Hey girls, I gotta tell you somethin' about boys - Who needs 'em?
Who needs those nasty old boys
Boys - who needs 'em
They only bring trouble
for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I
Hang around i watch you run around
Inside the underground
Oh boy you sad, you frown, you sad
Hang around inside the underground
I watch you run
gotta cheat
Damn, boy you ain't have to snap like that
Yes I did always give a hunnid' when I'm on the track
Wait, let me tell 'em how I got my racks
What
You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my
Let's get 'em!)
Don't look now, but I'm back!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin' ass for steppin' on my moccasins!
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
They met some Geto Boys, who Run DMC Corporation
And Dr. Dre who was an EP MD, who said
"Life is Too $hort we gotta think fast!
Daz 'em with explosions,
P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up
Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na,
P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up
Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na,
niggas takin' off like a spaceship
Pace those to Euros, eatin' those green and great chips
Get 'em by the bag, you can say we Feedo Lay chips
I'm so hungry
side shit
Sickos, ah man
Yeah, when you get to where I'm at
You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at
Every time they talkin' it's behind your
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
the whole clip
And let these motherfuckers know that you ain't taking no shit
I mean you gotta be a nut, fool
And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga,
bought a leather
Hang caution tape all over my room
Paint my nails black and scream bad boys forever
Hold on one second and don't let me regret it
They
locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up,
gotta let your wings burns
My first crush got crushed on the school days
In the park in the car and estate hallways
Then my boy found a picture of her
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