Lyrics:
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
the coup
you gotta shoot
I'll be rocking by the hood
Let the mood swingin
phone ringin and the devil singin'
Got one my eye shot but I'm still here standing
girl!
It might sound crazy, but I'ma tell the first lady
Go ahead and be a freak girl!
All my female bankers
That's tired of counting other peoples
ahead and be a freak girl
Nurse by day but at night she's my type
Whoa go ahead and be a freak girl
Teachers let your hair down take your glasses off
for money that's what a bum do
They like who did it Gunna sound pissed off
They know at any moment I can get it jumping like Kriss Kross
Blow like
the unsuspected, the unconnected
The neglected the one you, never suspected
It seems you forget hip-hop plays the back
Sayin that's my sound, and that's my sound
see the next side of Bruce
You hear that sound you know it's going down
Riding through the hood and you know I got the crown
Got a bad girl and you know
like Derek Jeter if I'm in that car, then rest in peace
I be in the kitchen, you can get rich off this recipe
Them P's comin' in, by the load, my plug be
ground
The king stun like the Jamaican town
Futuristic flow, Darth start with a laser sound
Leaving nothing but a vapor trail
And my bass, heavyweight,
off do a couple stunts with the blunt
Kick my shoes off get my bunions sucked by a slut
She a Roomba
It was mad robotic I moaned it was mad melodic
She
Paris while
They be out on hop i be hustlin' all day
Bitch put down them rocks ask Kriss Kross
My OG got robbed for his watch
And his bitch took that
ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?
Jeans, hoods, guns ****
Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****
I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my
after me without a SWAT team
And if I'm caught, it's gonna take ten to watch me
This is my life, and the way it is
You see I live by the gun so I'ma die
hood on lock (lock, what)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm
that's my sound, and that's my sound
And that's my track, and that's my rap
And that's some chorus they did way back, look honey bringin' it back
I'm
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
bitch a facial
Wanna eat it all
Aye this that cokehead flo
Smoking on this good za
It got my eyes low
Shorty fucked the whole hood
Known as a bop hoe
I
dodge the cops
Comfy in the hood Yeezy slides and adidas socks
At Saks in New York the white ladies tryna touch my 'locs
Yes I'm tryna steal but that
a coupe
Pone why you don't do this
Nigga I'm richer than you
Pone, I just wanna fuck
My bitch thicker than you
I'ma real hood baby I cant listen to you
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
where them dope boys
Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner four
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hoppin' out that seven Tre, them six's
Kris Jenner
Yeah my pockets getting big, but they can get bigger
Got a stick tucked by my tummy, this ain't Hilfiger
Three K's in the crib like a klan
You at the same time
But this the life of the T'cha
And he's still gon' reach ya
This for the hood, rise up y'all
Why y'all keep shittin on me?
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