Lyrics:
have to leave like I'm stafford, I'm tryna flip a ring
Where I'm from niggaz lappin, steady switchin teams
Hold yo balls and yo word, fuck my enemies
Get
speaking on sum static Shxt
I be in dem Trenches with gorillas dem my savages
Hit ya in ya chest o u get chop up with banana clips
Like poof lemme show yo
Word to my nigga Gotti
Flexing taking pics in another nigga mazarati
He’s a bitch
Word to my nigga Short
& he do be writing statements
Pointing fingers
the streets equal
These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles
They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals
And that's how it is in my life, that's
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
yo she slices pies
A Benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga, executive thug
But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
I kill for a gangsta beat, and ill snatch ya
to show my simply put a note in your
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
cleared through the night
my niggaz movin with the skirts
in the boxes, houseshoes, and slingshot t-shirts
its gettin late, I'm runnin out of gas
so Warren
on me
I done bust niggaz in the grill and had 'em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls
It's called survival and only
go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so
we would move to Newark
I took a deep breath leaving everything I knew behind
The country air the green grass and my piece of mind
Harassed by white
picked up where my pops left
Polished; precious jewels
Diamond, pressure proof
Die for principle
Analyze my life see where I failed
Inna 8 by 10 cell
men
I Need my niggaz ridin no
Matter what kind of seats you in
So what we preaching then
Nigga iain preaching i just
Let Em gravitate
Ear drum one
I been the one since I slide out my mama
The dap wit a pistol I came for the drama
My niggaz we hot like we came in wit lava
We a shake this bitch
or my goons for the homicide bang
Call up my goons to pull a homi
Wave of bullets at your home that a tsunami
Or set you up by a chick who be hottie
listening
To Gotti, Ross, & Jezzy
Pull up in the coupe
FAST
Gotta keep it on me never
LACK
All my haters
FALL BACK
Bad bitches & the money
BAG THAT
Damn
in my pockets, rocks in my mouth
N’ shit, I slept a light as a new born kid
Niggaz went fuh my stash n man they ain’t find shit
But still, I been tore
get u gone all on my own
Hit the scene in a unknown
Drive by's wasn't into that
Walk down where u really at
Send slugs to yo fitted hat
Turn that bitch
got yo back you got my back
We back to back bae
How they gone come in between
If we like that bae
Cant no women raise no man
He need a dad bae
How you
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
and up and down
You have shown me love
So I'm gone be right by your side
Got much love for my thug
I remember when we got our very first little place
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