Lyrics:
let us end
Replace my heart
I don't wanna live by coping, I'm done with hoping end
And I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow
Enough
fuckin' help
(Fuckin' help)
Pull up to the block causin' hella damage
(Lotta damage) in this two seater, finna go
Carry a switchblade, I don't need a pistol
run wild
We sick, from cradles to caskets
We sick, long pipe between your lips
Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit
Verse 2
Ah yo we sick
We
Big Backdoor
Ayy, you can catch me two-tone Audemars
A Givenchy cardigan
Said that that's his block, well
That's that block he gon'
Get slaughtered in
With this pistol by my side I can show you the light
Dangerous!
Riding with this heat no registration and I'm racing
Charge it to the game fuck
hoodie
I was just a baby goon
20 shots fired that was just a crazy day
Two racks two hoes two pistols in one play
Too lax too close I missed you by one
Shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck
Ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by
My lonely when I'm thumbing through
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
Two zero two three Focused on me I'm betting on myself
A couple months ago I was out here needing help
Couple months from now have more than pistols
fuckin' dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed
nigga, it's just what we do
BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
But often time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two
Man, it's nothin', all
2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me
2:30 in the motherf*****' morning what the f*** are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
then cop hot hoes
Two pistols, desperado gun busta
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya
Hung under them killers and duck the pigs
And all
got two bottles
On the way to the Ramada getting followed by two model
One hoe say I'm a dog so lil mam wasn't tryin to holla
Bitch u right and I
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
MoSS production
Obie Trice
"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X]
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Obie Trice got hungry, needed money
mic check one two
you know when you lose somebody
somebody that's close to you
somebody that's probably not even that close to you
you might have
philosophy (uh-huh)
But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity
I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn
I'm askin' God
of the loop
If they in it then I tell em all to move
Nino get it by the two
If you aint talkin money you on mute
They aint see me, they aint even got a clue
But
when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by
the souljas stay
[Chorus-2x]
You niggaz claim to be a soulja, but you souljas ain't no souljas
I told ya and I showed ya, I'm a soulja for life
Now what you
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