Lyrics:
and then its time ta go...
-on the freeway doin the dash tryin ta dodge 12..
-if they catch up,,y’all bailin,every man 4 himself,,
-if you get caught it
the outcome may be, but I do know how to make a better outcome for myself
Grab them all by the hair
To see what is really there
They all say they’re the same
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
ever seen I said "Ok than entertain us"
Put my gloves on told the cops "It's just for looks"
I'm hanging out i'm with the crooks, it's even dirty by
a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
you feel so dumb, ain't it?
He in these streets, these niggas livin' 'by gunplay
And you already know what's gon' be the outcome, ain't it?
My mama
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
Did you hear about Peanut? He nutted up four police cars
He was raising hell
Took mace and a billy club to shut 'em up, well
Been sittin' here by
[4-you-2-Know]
Finally got ourselves together
You ain't on, too damn cold
And we're pimpin' it
Pimpin' ain't easy for a lady
So we do what we
like this whip on tour, right now
Pray for the rental
Two, four, seven with the mob (with the mob)
They want me to stop
Never would I ever, nigga
From sitting on the floor gaming to dropping
Some of the highest scores the
World had ever seen
To dropping some of the craziest
Verses rap had ever
rid of all the hoes
I want to see my family do better and get some dough
By the way that shit be looking, we'll be rich by twenty-four
That's the shit
From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don`t last
I like to pop shit, don`t get me started
I slap y`all mothafuckas like y`all little
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
moat, let's see if y'all can float
I'm waiting four flights down, I'm tryna make my escape
I spit explosive flows, they're dangerous like hitting a vape
I
know why you look at me so strange
No control nothings ever gonna change
Day by day staring at the same old paint
These four walls are my physical
[Chorus]
Why do you make me feel like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you make me feeling like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
the senators
I say they sent us to detox the criminals
So the minute that we pop his genitals
Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all
Everybody pressin'
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