Lyrics:
You trying to cook up what I cooked in my crib
You burn ya house down
Ain't no recipe to the sauce
You either got it down
Or got it made
Or you
the hood three times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I
block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
And blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a 4
I came up off of pills, bitch, and reds,
Clap you Once cause G's leave no
Witnesses clap twice out the door
Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep
Still music to drive-by and I'm N2
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
don’t love me like how
The claim the love me, nah
Teardrops rollin' down my right eye
I bang my flag to the left
Fuck the fame behind my name
I know lil'
the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by
Doors open up lights swing from every angle
I look above close my eyes then I whisper thank you
I hold everything I love within every motion
Walk in
I say,
Fuck the world the world is mine, whats mine is yours, whats yours is ours, hours passing by, by the way the way I got to find, find me in
2 cups fulla drank got my head all in the clouds
3 bitches in the bed with me all sleep they all wore out
4 chains wrapped around my neck white gold
a FaceTime call
Hit the door and when he opened gave him 3
Chris Paul
Before the body dropped sirens hit the scene
Came thru with 6 cars
Either these niggas
takes up the pounding of the enemy forward positions…
War Correspondent 3:
And as the shells screamed down and the walls collapsed in gray powder around
a way to my brain
With a trip down my memory lane
Son is grievin', papa's cryin', mom's consolin', sister's sleepin',
Angels fallin', "Is she breathin'",
On the stage everybody hold it
Down let's get it Cass'
Listen i got a Calicoe
So right off top I'll have
You chumps runnin' out
The door like Brizz after
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
All I need is gas in the tank
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
runnin' the night
so I can fight off all these demons that keep yellin' and screamin' (I'm alright!)
Could somebody say a prayer for me
so I can resurrect
sniffin' out
No love for your side, man down
Rydas, Eastside
Head for the dome when we close by
Sick and bloody, ain't no lie
Colombian neckties out of mad
I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh!
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
and make it
Somebody tell me
How do I live my life right?
I pull away from my friend and I don’t wanna live by agendas
Every choice I make is a second guess
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