Lyrics:
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
lost the will to live
But would I kill to give it one more shot
I think not
I don't love you, baby
I don't need you, baby
I don't want you, no
Town, Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission, Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too, Red And Blue, That Shit ain't
It)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for
of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I be
happen, I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin'
Ayo Pac (wassup?), Can you feel me?
Why these fools tryna kill me?
It's so hard to stay focused
emotion, y'all gotta overcome that man
(Some people kill their brothers)
C'mon man be stronger than that, you know what I think?
(I think they've lost
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for
I want to kill him but I just say no
I had enough of that line my friend
I head back to the bridge, its getting kinda cold
I'm feelin' too low down
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
Sparks will fly we can burn this house down
Say good night to everything we are now
Kiss me, kill me
Just give me and then let go
Let's live this
I told y'all
Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all
Uhh i spit phrases that'll thrill you
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
You ain't nobody,
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
weed for everyone
Enter the class now we kill you with sound
See bad boy with gun, who buss jus' fi' fun
Or black youth them move about a three ton
to
Monitor the tier for an eight-hour shift and
If someone wants to hang up
(meaning to kill themselves)
To not negotiate with them or try to
Talk them out
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
Talk about ever meeting Ms. right
But one thing I know is this girl is hype
Not a crab I see but such a lovely female
And if looks could kill, she
now it's low man somethin' told me to kill that hoe
Runnin' through the woods, my feet got so'
Too damn dark, don't know where to go
Smelled barbecue by
voice will erase me
she comes over
rips me open
right before my eyes
kills forever
knowing full well
we will all get by
she comes over
rips me
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