Lyrics:
open and lets see if
Ya' real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we ain't marchin' we
Shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they
Imma city boi
From da city boi, I'm from da city
Imma city boi
If she pretty boi, Imma hit it
Imma city boi
If ya tripping boi, I got a 50
Imma city
girls all got some in the trunk.
Out here in the cut, we don’t have no speed bumps.
So when ya see us doin 15 over, flash them high beams so we know if up
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
Dungeon Family, all day long baby
We finna break it off with some fresh new shit (ya, ya, ya)
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part 'cause the Feds
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
raging way past 3:00
This the invitation
Rolling 150 deep bitch
(Deep Bitch) (Deep Bitch)
(Deep Bitch) (Deep Bitch)
(Deep Bitch) (Deep Bitch)
(Deep Bitch)
nigga, ain't no callin'
So if ya got a chance run when ya hear that siren
Tuesday and Thursdays, they gon' be ridin'
Stay ducked off cuz it's safer when ya
And Shadia, Had To Throw Peace Signs To A Lot Of Ya's
Payback, To The Same Chicks From Way Back
Never Call, Now They Wanna Be Where I Stays At
Now They Got
ya not to fuck with me I told ya
I told ya I told ya
Fuck apologies it was nice to know ya
By the time it said and done you all are gonna hear me
7
don't know if it's a car or Jeep
But she ain't really trippin' 'bout it
'Cause all she know is she with Meek, this shit get deep
Shit, it get deeper
murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)
Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
deep, oh, in too deep
Got some bad-
That's gon', me for that AP
Me for that AP, me for that AP
If I wasn't rappin', baby, I would still be trappin',
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin'
& go to Jamaica
My poke got a poke ima mutilator
It ain’t no get me back to my bro if I do the favor
Good zu I can’t choose a flavor
This shit get
everyday don't shit
Cause where I'm at if you soft you lost
And to stay on course, you got to roll with force
My homeboy dogg is chilling in a benz
In
it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you
Got more guns if there's more of ya
War with the cops no prob
They shouldn't took the job
Blow holes
WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you
F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this, deep shit Sleep
Hard bars
Ya
Ya
Ya
Uh ya ya
Hugh
Ya
Woo hah
Got you all in check
Muze to the Sikk get you all a check
Balls to the wall when I draw the thresh
Up
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
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