Lyrics:
happened to our babies
Lil niggaz snatching purses and raping old ladies
They possessed by the stress with no fear of death
Popping pill after pill and dont
yo realist niggaz
You not the switcher
But they was switching
I seen the good in people
Now I view em different
Forever pain
customed my fabrics
Driving in cars dat go a lil faster now
She gone do whatever i ask her still
So even if i had to kill ya
It wouldn't cost nun
Just
ya
I got a bag put it on ya head
Lil boosie on all these fuck NIGHAZ brah
I’m wit the shit know I’m in the street
Know I got it bang brains by ya
on
I'm in my Escalade niggaz tryin' na' get paid
I got 'em for 10 5 we do this like erryday
I hit the mall tear it down with my bitch nigga
And let her
until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there
thick ohhh
I just need me freaky shit yeah
She trouble maker, bad bitch ohhh
Shawty she the best in the town
Wanna take you out
And show you what I'm all
on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He was doing shows, bad hoes up in Talo's
I was speaking
Love
It don't cost nothing
To show a brother some love
It don't cost nothing to show just
A lil love
Homie stop fronting
You need to be showing love
The oops out clean the streets
Imma Bring the mop out
Tell them niggaz pop out what you you Know bout braking bread
With yo lil Bro just to eat mama didn't
* remake of Boogie Down Productions "Criminal Minded"
[Prodigy]
Yeah old school part one feel it
The realest, Who be the realest
Them niggaz stay
niggaz niggaz ain't real
Can't put my trust in none of em, cause these niggaz'll steal
And if I show 'em they stealing, they'd think a nigga tripping
with them ghetto hoes
I love them ghetto bitches who pop x and smoke dro
And I run with them ghetto niggaz
Gettin' it how they live in the ghetto just
Say where you headed at
So you say I wanna fuck
When a nigga wasn't thinking bout
No headette
You like a hoe in front of Bernadette
Selling hot
with no screws Boosie you'on listen
I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison
Black rain in Angola where the thugs roll
Too many members
by this too-down militant militia
Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap
And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap
You can't hide from
9 o'clock and you looking like dinner
Let it simmer on the pan, baby let it simmer
I know you trouble
That just mean you a winner
She keep it hard
the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning
I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your
lil' ass kicked
Niggaz laughed, til the first motherfucker got blas-ted
I put the nigga in his casket
and now they covering the bastard in plastic
I
nothing
Keep the glock by my dick in case she think that im fronting
A young nigga with ambition ima get me some money
Still a lil horny ass nigga
The Outsiders lookin' in
Now I'm on the inside looking out
Fuck they talkin bout?
I used to be Talk of The Town, way before Talk of the Town
Niggaz stalking down
Keep the glock by my dick in case she think that im fronting
A young nigga with ambition ima get me some money
Still a lil horny ass nigga sticking dick
worth dying for?
Are you sure?
Whenever I arrive
Niggaz know my steez
Au-revoir MC's
Hit the floor and freeze
All my sons waving guns in barbaric
niggaz offset
Too much drip these niggaz upset
They gon hate the shit i do next
Want a mil but still touchin a grand
I need the bread in my hand
Like cable
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