Lyrics:
(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
wit' me... even though I used to spank that ass
Didn't hesitated wit' me... any time I needed cash
A many days I was stressed out and feelin' bad
You
everybody's going crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talking I'm scaring ya
I'm daring ya to raise hell
the laughter and tears
I'll care for you and if you ride wit me
Then I'll ride wit you
Stick by ya side and provide for you
And if you roll wit me I'll roll wit
parole
30 day notice rip that Shit off my door
Fell in love wit a good girl dat wan be a hoe
Barrel in ya face wit a extended pole n you know that he'll
then it aint this nigga fault
You can catch a fade or you can get bodied by the shots
I'm too sick, wit a couple hundred on the wrist
Don't need to drop
If you don't know his name by now
He'll tell you what and tell you how
If you don't know his name by now
By now
Bye now
If you don't know my name by
keep it speechless
I was raised on Freddy Kruger Jasons machetes thew ya
Haaaa God seen he'll send them through ya
Love my seeds and we'll see da future
a wonderland
Walkin with dat holy ghost, bushin up da motha land
Ya already know my name, hood dey call me Big Gee
Wit panicles on bicycles, on binnacles on Zone
this joint I appreciate you
We 4 projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks for all the support for riding out wit ya nigga
Despite what you may think
the oven/
i been wantin them nuggets needin ya buds/ 20 into it by 6 months/
Like pigs wit all they donuts/
or kids wit a couple maple bars/ (biting sound)
Smokin dope by myself
Do it all for my health
Hell yea , kno I need the wealth
Run it up
I get the bag that’s a hunnit grand
Brown paper bag
the bag
Punchline is I never use my jab ion fuck wit
CuZ he actin like a crab keep ya in a bucket know he never had
Panoramic roof shots by the view ion
(Aye, lemme get a 8th a dat,)
(You know what I'm sayin' pourin' up by da treys)
(Yea aye what ya sippin' boy, aye what ya sippin' boy)
(Zone 1,
back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold
on three
Nothing but murder we roll wit plenty fetti up in our hands
So you can keep watchin me ya
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled
through by surprise, years later
Still copped some rounds for The guys...
In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You
the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In
this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?
Thing-fish: (alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit
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
by the stove
Young boy , I was being raised by da road , brick baptism , getting saved by da blow , I was like sharif , mixed wit Cain on da low ,
phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I
Link up wit the squad
(You should prolly come wit us)
I'm at the hotel wit ya broad
(And it ain't like she had enough)
Ain't do dinner got the draws
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