Lyrics:
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
a whole bitch, by the vultures
Rusty ass germs niggas already know this
Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
Prada'd up, Gucci'd up,
They Pay Me Madiba My Opposite Soft cs c Diva
Nobody Stand c Chance, Nobody ct cll
Nobody Stand No Chance, Nobody ct cll
I Came On Game cnd Deliever I'm
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
Big and 'Pac too
If they didn't they know who did, they got to!
Who they serve and protect, nigga not you
Cops shot off of ten G's but they got Glocks
that kid with the pump shot gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You
have too much movement this Glocks a
21 Big chop a mini gun run down like give me sum I need it it jus wanna some
I did that s*** frl die for mine
'Cause this what big homies do
Never fold, lead by example
Never let nothing come between the family
That's a big homie move, a big homie move
These
I'm cappin', well, lil' nigga, come see
They undercover like 21 Jump Street
I'm recordin' the bros, they noddin' off lean
They gon' try to play like
"People are dying, they don't have
Homes, they don't have jobs
The city of New Orleans
Will never be the same now let's get
Off your asses and let's
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
on the line
Your obedience is their ransom
21st Century Death Squad Anthem
The methods of peace are obsolete
So grab your guns and sing with me
Impatient in
don't stop
I got nothing to prove
Except the peace by Father Light
Peace by Father Light
Peace by Father Light
Got a couple jobs I pay my friends
Got
guns
[Turf Talk]
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck
You couldn't do any damage
Even if you wanted to
Not at all
It's obvious you couldn't
Fuck with the threat
Naw
So you might as well
Pay your homage
frustrations in a justifiable light.
It's a mans' life in the army, good pay and lots of fun,
You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun
Silver rings I'ma punk boy bitch
Off white kicks to an all black fit
Hit one time I don't know that bitch
Yo pockets got ran I call that blitz
Got
and don't believe it be a pagan
I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch
This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians
Get rich
Rest gnorb was a big dog
Im tired of all these niggas thinking money make em bulletproof
If i call la doo up he gone pull up with exclusive tools
though she had a big plump rump
I threw her in and let the beat bump
(Threw her in the trunk!)
2K11, ridin' solo
In the Benz on twins hella low pro
engineers
Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
'Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
And if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
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