Lyrics:
of the cliques; the duel o' the iron mac; spit
And leave ya half-split.
You'll be missin' much more than a fraction
When it's time for action.
Hit 'em while
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
said you a bore
She showin' up at my door (Always)
Fuck with me and Mack
We'll leave you layin' on the floor
Slim and G Tunes bang
I know you want more
If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin
By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times
I was discouraged by the microscopic
knocks once, it ain't knockin' again
It tried ding-dong ditchin' shi-
I got that b- in a headlock
Cut off his oxygen, Slim
It's not budgin' like cinder
his oxygen, Slim
It's not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to piss in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over
mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin'
That feelin' that I have for children
Are able to love us
But these crazy devils try to kill us
wait, "It's too late dad
You made the choice
Now go up there and show 'em
That you love 'em more than us"
That's what they want
They want you Marshall
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
Geyeah
Slim Thugga
Boss Hogg Outlawz, Jim Jonsin, ha
Representin this Texas mayne
Back
I run, the streets all night and day (The hood love Thug
niggas either
Try to take my weed I got more power than She-Ra
Dirty south diva, I rise like Mya
My high starts coming down I smoke some more and I get
Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap
For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap
There's more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts, after you
Rock you may not be K-Dot but dang dog
Take your own advice and
Knock It Off
Try to put together more than two lines
With two rhymes
I get it
You're too
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun
And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it
T2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn
[Hook]
They don't count by spokes no more, they counting by inches
Them ain't 20's on my ride, them 22's you jive bitches
Switching lane to lane,
dump in they mouth
like Bone Thugs won't really turn it out
Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches
They gotta realize that it's five
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
than ever
Gotta give you all that have
'Cause I rather die as failure, than live my life without rap
'Cause it's better late than ever
What can I say,
spittin' it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin' in the face of my music
Drop the street
love this, it's marvelous, baby
It gotta thug's twist,it start to get crazy
It's off the meat rack, can't keep my peeps back
Speak raps and I freak
worse 'Cause I can get dark
More dark than the dark moor
I can get dark like a dark night in Dartmoor
Dark like Darfur at half past four
AM, so why you
off balance
My heart filled with malice
[Chorus: cool G Rap - repeat 2X]
Yo, if you livin thug, holla back (Holla back)
My bitches strippin in
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
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