Lyrics:
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
too
Double homicide on 'em, shit we're takin' two
But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough
Lil nigga but my heart like I make two
You
lil' ho that I'm on it, bitch, give me my money
Niggas be pussy, no kitty
Ho, welcome to Memphis where niggas be crying like bitches
Keep it a hunnid,
suicide
These 9 bullets for homicide
We got that smoke who wanna die
These them Car crash lullabies
Drive bys open fires
Straps on straps I got my nine
My
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
be 14 by the time that you see her
I hate the way it ended, lil' bro, but know you fightin' through it
When you touch down, I'ma make sure you ain't
Tie me to the money
I'm hittin ha from the back
An lil momma in her forest gumpin
Her nigga try to catch her
He try me this Taurus dumping
Mr juggin
running it bitch
I am yo papa lil bitch
Call me Gino
Flippin’ the dough, that is the goal
You next homie, homicide let it blow
Flex on me, you cannot, I
'm the valet
So i know we on the same page
It cold outside protect yo soul they'll take your life
Homicides every night As the days go by you gon fight
plethora
Of homicide thoughts
Can I kill her? Why not?
Cause if wifey find this out she's gonna take everything I've got
I can't hold her, I can't
these niggas are shooting
like ray homicide rolling out tape
The news on the way another lil nigga got shot up for Tryna gang bang with the apes
Baby I
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
featuring be -Real
[Mr. Duke]
I told the tower of power we can work together
But I guess they rather see wars and scars better
call my lil demon cuz i know he be on demon time
I been been fighting demons cuz i made out the streets alive
Don't get if fucked up i will dig your
Right or wrong
Bitch I’m riding with the team on it
Pull up on the opp with the Glock show em he don’t want it
Grab ya lil chick by her hair
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags
I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
of killas
Lil' Trav, nigga, the bab nigga
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one
30 Round get you chewed
Sticked up in the booth
Won't drive if it got roof
Imma slide depending on you
Issa homicide my niggas will shoot
Ghost boy I
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil
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