Lyrics:
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna
All I want is just some time
All I need is just another sign
[ VERSE 1 ]
Sittin at the breakfast table, smokin me a spliff
Say wassup to my lil' sis
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
Can't find that boy, go get his friend
We turn opp niggas to an exotic strand
I'd put down the gun and used my hands and beat the shit out of one of you
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes
niggas that don't get along for life, that's how it go
Momma's victim, take care of there kids, and let 'em roam
[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....
[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam I make it cough loud feet up
Pow-pow smokin
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
in the spot got the gun in
Like ain't no way I was able to dump it
Thought he was flash by the way he was runnin
Ldot bussin
OTMK I'm lookin for
I be doing this shit on the regular
Gun got a name, as I pull out Mariah, u wildinout by the way that I carry it
Pop me a perc, then I finish
dont Do Drive By's My Niggas Run Down
From The Apartments Across The Street Hear The gun sounds
Bankroll
You
Been Up Dont Come Down
How The Hell You
I'll never forget the time
That you caught me smokin' herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
I'll never forget the time
That you caught me smokin' herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my
Dont run, don't trip
Got a big ass gun and I stay with the crips
B tried to run got caught on the dip
Front flipped on his face, hit the sidewalk
ain't proud of[00:16.22]Like poppin pills and smokin weed all day this shit is louder[00:19.66]Than anything you rollin Ima stay high with the clouds
the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in to 1717.17 FM
Journey through the infinity
Is about to start just
Any moment
I gotta whole pocket full of dead guys
Bitch I hit my target I got dead eye huh
AK-47 sit right by the bed side
I was throwin 4's up in the westside
sing, man)
(It’s NJC in the booth, bitch)
(Let’s get it)
(Uh)
(Uh)
Smokin’ so much dope to the face that I went blind (Blind)
Uh
Fuck all that cocaine,
think I am better playing by myself
Yeah yeah yeah
Light a match light my fire light me up if you desire with your smokin gun
Light a match light my
Had brains blown on the seats
Another youngin swallowed by the streets
Why I keep them hollows on me
How you telling me put them guns down with all
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