Lyrics:
Where you from nigga?
[Layzie Bone]
Straight from the motherfucking land ah the heartless
Five true thugs from the double glock
Ready ta pop
Don't be surprised by repeated behavior
Fool me once but there's no fooling me twice
Fuck nigga fee so I'm raising the price
Don't dap me, don't touch me
of security snitched on you
Got caught with pills and your
Ugly bitch on you they say, "Pap
Why you talkin' like that nigga made?"
They say, "Pap
Why you
made good, Thinkin' on the nine-nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin
for yo' shit, wish you would... Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a body bag,
Nigga down
got
It these niggas pussy, cause they need a posse
Ain't no poppin' out, bitch, I'm a homebody set up, by them hoes, cause he gettin
Flossy put no
satan called his posse full of demons and witches
We met up at the Abyss ready to salughter the bitches
Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like
Man I hate these niggas wit a passion
Made me tint the windows on da cshton
Riding wit that semi automatic
Some might say I get it from my daddy
I
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
and vet hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they all stood behind
money my glizzy dismiss you
Nigga cap on the net but ain’t ready
Theo in the chain he still trapping unleaded
They cant fuck with me they eat dick in
Creepin' up outta the hood,
Rolled to the West Coast with this rap shit nigga made good
Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine
Reachin' for your
ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my
all the big guns
(Posse up)
Go through every hood poppin' till somebody tell you somethin'
How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready
takes hella practice
To rips scripts nigga gotta be thorough
I gotta make this shit make sense
So I can say, "Made it ma", top of the world
Gimme life
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
had to wait on the game
Cause niggas was hating
Now they all gotta watch me
I made a name on my own
nobody can claim
I dont need a posse
I know
coming
I'm here
Let's do it T
Alright
Let's go
You already know
I wrote this for Bobby, with burning sticks and burning wipes
All of my Niggas made it,
D
I had a little horse named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse's on my
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
my own like this
Tell them other niggas in line
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready, ready for love
I know what to do
I think I'm ready now
I
when I say so
Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
made nigga period just had a little daughter just had too name her miracle every day is hard just can't let that shit get too ya be smart by yo decision
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