Lyrics:
evidence or clues
Bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
But you gets robbed by the Luniz fool
If I was a bum
I'd be straight to ride out
Fuck a piece
'I'm
He'll never forget 'I'm, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'I'm
The last breath of the words of death, was
a spliff of cess
Bulky Coog' wit the vest, cop Smith and Wes'
Nigga riff or 'fess
He'll be at peace wit the rest
Tote a weapon, still be steppin' wit finesse
to leave your famous
I'm a deranged pit y'all lift an AK to pinch ya face wit
Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man
If its a bystander standin' by I'm
up wit chasin money
Don’t chase friend
Hear
Touch
Taste
Smell
See
How I
Raise hell
Change hoes like clothes
I don’t Chase em
Caught up wit chasin money
you goin' to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin'
to post
But ya lay 'em in a coffin
The boss man
Whips up another batch
Pick up some other scratch
Wit clips and some other straps
The 2wice
from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do
from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do
then I belly dance her
God is good and if ya would, you should just
Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leaving em evil
aint finna spend it rite na
Take anotha ten bout to pop it rite na
I dont think ya know how im feeling right na
Tryna spend it tryna spend it tryna spend
pickup shopping at the vault
Hell no, you wasn't wit me hell no
Hell no, you wasn't with me hell no
I'm on whatever ya think I'm not on
Keep score
cause we don’t fuck wit brakes
Ima get the bag by any means
Ima do what it take
Niggas hell cappin
Ima shoot ‘em in they fuckin face
If he get
that bitch on no lick
Y'all niggas be acting stupid and backwards as hell bro
I done seen be where ya been at, I done see where ya tell bro
I done seen
wit my boys dealin' dope gettin' high
Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby
worried for the jail scene
(fuck cops) 'Til I got knocked
Yeah observed in my cell C (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my
Yeah you know when I say that it's bout to get serious
I be murdering mixtapes be hell on them features
Don't play wit these rap niggas I give em
wit di lock
Catch da rock 'ya
Dem nuh know ah weh dem run up inna
Di dance 'ya wanted by everybody, dem seh ah killer
The rock 'ya ah do di road
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll
a hunnid
You a little petty little busta
Hoes start screamin' who want it
That's when them come bust ya'
Hoppin' out wit' guns you never seen
30 clips, yeah
I ain’t wit the same ol games
I get notified by the fakes
I can see it from about a mile away
I can see the look on ya face
I ain’t wit the same ol
bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna fuck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god
(Jupe)
That talking ignore it get hit wit a block (Nah)
Cause a conversation overhear by the cops (Nah)
Its the slightest shit, niggas acting like mice
paradise if you roll wit my clique
Otherwse, it's hell
Ain't no escapin' the trips
They gotta gun, good
You'a need it in the land of the trench
Pick 'em
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