Lyrics:
(bounce)
I fuck with the vets
(vets) , lot of money to count (count)
My hoes be stressed
(stressed) , put a gun in her mouth (bitch)
Bitch bring it to me
(to
For all that green paper by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major
Khaled, let me get them
I done came from nothing
Only a buck 65,
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
1, 2
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
1, 2
Why you runnin' by yourself
Why you walking way over
1, 2
Yeah, uh, uh
One for the money
Two for the shelf
Confined in prisons by visions of multiple killings
I tried to fit in different cliqs preps jocks starter chicks
So what the fuck I'm tryin to find a place
motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your
game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0
But who am i
Just a young nigga caught in the mix
And if this weed dont sell i'm'a cop me a brick
Sellin dope,
. .
[kurupt]
Just another day sunny c-a-l, try to pass and tell,
I knew it was your bitch by the way her pussy smell,
But whats this?
This nigga
time
Oh, I never knew it, yeah, you took me by surprise
While I was gettin' lost so deep inside your diamond eyes
So many things that I still wanna
out of your mouth.
You are the fucking disease. [x2]
I've got nothing to fight for.
So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war.
I'm ready to even
a fuck about
Shut your mouth, cut your spouse, special victim unit
Drive-by, fly guy, the sket will hit your buick
Never let the music, dictate
mouth man
I'ma take you over here to mah mans an'nem.
Yeah, he'll hook you up, dawg, real good nah'mean?
Detroit, lady
I know you goin' crazy
clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique ready to squeeze like what; Yeah its commin out of Chris' mouth;
I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches
to hate us (get off, get off!)
I can answer you quicker than them
Shall I be can't keepin my mouth closed, keepin my mouth closed
I don't chase 'em they
creeping around in your head like a vine
Your spit is the meat of the rose harvested by the dull
Let fly the doves, unhook their leather wings from
drinkin' Diamond, singin' Carter and passin' them from mouth to mouth
It sounded like "goodbye" and I knew that I was headed South, the bitter South.
In
stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed
Ain't fuckin' with that, down 'cause of what I got
That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part
a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches want to see me
and punk
You used to be so far away
Now I can almost touch
I can taste the metal
Feel the gun in my mouth
Who will change my life?
How can I trust?
Who
of the six fingered beast
Percussion is a cancer spreading to your cage
Blue light, beauty's got it's victim by the tail
(Five more minutes and we'll all
remember me? You don't? You will...
Fuck you, Fuck all the people always runnin their mouth
Fuck that bitch ass coward who fuckin flooded my house
(you see it)
I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it)
You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it)
It's a truck but it's made by Benzo
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