Lyrics:
y'all niggas keep hatin me
Y'all gone make a nigga posse up and come and getcha bitch
Grab that nigga by his throat, if he hollas, let em go
I ain't gon'
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
I'm hotter than 100 degrees
poppy in me
but sex don't come until we come to our knees
gimme' yo' cheese
before I get my niggas
[Gangsta Boo]
Nigga please
I'm hotter than 100 degrees
poppy in me
but sex don't come until we come to our knees
gimme' yo' cheese
before I get my niggas
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
be ready to steal
Bitches be always be ready for meals
But that's how you really just made me feel
Keep this shit real, keep this shit real
A nigga
out, nigga,
Ready to get with the shoot out.
In the meanwhile,
I still gotta make me some money to get by.
Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
for time
Everything you get
Is by your design
Step incorrect and you're gonna Blow like a landmine
Think you gon run it here Nigga You know this land
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
Move Muthafucka move Muthafucka move
We Killa Klan
Killa Klan fear no muthafuckin man
Watch these niggas get buck
Representin they sets by they hand
We
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
the couple's of
Individual switchin'
Tryin' to get together
But anotha nigga dissin'
I'm ready for the battle
With no matter whatever
You better be clever
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
(my brothers)
Who'd a think we'd ever make it here my nigga? (who'd a ever knew?)
I done made it out the mud with my day ones
I done seen
cowards I be buryin'
Comin' around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin'
Just like DJ do the cuttin' I be havin' your posse duckin' nothin' but
tryna take the day off (whoa)
2010, I made a hundred in the street, niggas was furious
Thotties watch my elevation and plus weird niggas hatin' on me
the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
needs to beat it
I can't stand a muthafucka who act conceited
When I flip, niggas be thinkin that I'm on a mission
I know he sucked a lotta dick to get in
I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I don't even fuckin' hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I
black, ready to get a nigga for some yay,
Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? )
Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two,
hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
Uh, I'm ready
I had to tell these bitch-ass niggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy
bars
I'm on par with Rocky and Clubber Lang posse
Know I'm possibly the best they ever seen
Yeah, I'm possibly the best you ever seen
Young Gu
of picket fences, word
Yeah, Off-White on my sneakers yeah it's on tonight
Trust my gut in any instance either wrong or right
Yeah, made it this far nigga
buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, y'all niggas heard
[busta rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back
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