Lyrics:
dangerous group
Definitely in this motherfucker
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggas out there
Yo you can get in the pick up and suck the dick up 'till
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
Nigga I ain’t fucking around
SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one
got shit to give 'em
And I'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
So girl, you gotta think 'bout how the options weigh out
sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Death to my enemies (Rest in peace The Jacka)
Til my last breath
Applying pressure
Keep my foot on they necks
My nigga out of line
So you know he got
tat nigga
My strap it gon kickback nigga
If there's one thing about me lil bitch
It's that i'm going to get my get back nigga
Bitch i'm doing all
is you smoking?
What good is there being high nigga
If you ain't got no motion, motion
Ima get mine ima get mine
By any means you ain't really gotta
the crack house
Two in the spot, back out
One in the leg
Two in the head, blacked-out
Nigga layin' there bleedin' just pointin' the stash out
Stalling
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
action there's a reaction
And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many times it have to happen, niggas talkin' like they generals
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
There's only a few and I ain't sayin' niggas
Don't put it down from you town, I'm talkin' 'bout you
Yea, the fake dude promotin' propaganda
And open
collar I'm finna take it there
You niggas ain't play at my projects, y'all played at the fair
Trill Entertainment that's my thugs there, there's love
supplies they know Get by the bundle
Gas so good feeling like im in a Shuttle and my
Money sky high like it took off in a Shuttle
Niggas guarding me don't
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
damn self
My damn self, I did by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out
There by my damn self (Ha)
Break a moment of silence i ain't dead
My life is
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
'Cause all of mine are right here
(Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?)
(Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?)
Look around, look
&
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded
Check me out
I,
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