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of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up
be 'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters)
Play us if you think that you can,
and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be
survived worst being broke so, yah yah
Since they sleeping on us, waking em up with some deadly intentions, exactly my sentiments, finding my way in your
touch us
Cornballs got me sick, I can tell what you made of
Y'all rotten and plotting on all the ways you could fade us
But there ain't no clips, all you
And we still movin' base
Got them records jumpin' out the store
And we still movin' base
Coppas tried to knock us off
And we still movin' base
Haters
in a puddle of blood.
Hell's up under that mud.
They I know I'm gonna pull it.
My sawed-off draws them bullets.
I'm being pressured by these niggas
fuckin' rogue-like
Copped Kamehameha kush, only way I blow light
Shit's da fuckin' bomb, literally bestows height
'Specially when the Relic rolls a blunt
Look forward to a bagel and a donut to eat
But as we strolling on the right side
A cop drives by real slow staring at us with the wide eyes
That look
Bruce Lee
These niggas move like Orlando Brown
They tuckin' they jewelry when I come around
If he got the bag, I'm runnin' down
You touch my Cartiers
I
touch down I'm shotgunning pig skins
Bend the block split ya top
See we droping bombs like jihad
If you ain't part of the bigger picture
Then you bout
We're running in circles, ain't we?
Ooh, Ooh
We're running in circles, ain't we?
Ooh, Ooh
Stay awake through a dive bomb
Feeling my feet touch
sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I'll never hide from a threat
I'm smilin' at cameras
An opp died, got us
I'm on to the next
On to the best
Straight armed I arrest
Straight bombs I attest straight harm to the rest
No world peace
I gotta give a bow
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
ain't saying I'm innocent
But, I might be any day now
Treatin' everybody how you want and any way how
I swear North Korea 'bout to bomb us any day now
I keep that nina in my clutch
So I can touch it, fucka!
A murdera - catch Gutta Gutta in
The kitchen with a birdera
Snitch niggas can't sell us shit
I'm outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now
with every one.
Enforce rules made by fools,
Violence and fear there tools.
Bombs fall from the sky
And a mom as she cries as she watches her
Yesterday, I was ridin' down the highway
The bull rollin' on the low low
I'm on the run, and my rearview
Pulled over by the po po
And I don't know
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
America's most, with the army after us
Fuck flossing, we take what's yours
Unload fifteen like an ace and four
I'm outta work, but doc laid them off
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
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