Lyrics:
Yea La Morra Mafia Hempshire
Coming straight out of Pompey a crazy motherfucker named Rum/Born in St.Mary's raised in the Maltese slum/I was young
Selling work by the flea
Hitting licks with no conscious
He gotta get to the green
Walking in class and the big chain flash
Went from being a gook
Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi's
Fuck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
Fuck with us y'all go lose it
By bad bitches in the club
Man we throwing hundreds out
Ain't throwing out no dubs
Yea I got that money
When you see me come around
All this ice on me
it out these trenches
Cost me some interest
Feeling oh so stressed
Spark Up these spliffers
Get rid of the stigma but niggas can’t figure
the nigga by me I'm stuck and I can't do shit about it
I'm just sick and tired, sick and tired of being in and out of the system
I'm a sinner and I need
the
Children, gang bang, on the system
if you can handle this
Shit, I can handle whatever
I need you to just bang out!
816 Boyz!
Here I come baby, the aureola mayne!
And the Hennessy
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang
The City Of God
Bishop in "Juice"
These are the stories told, by cats in a hat like Seuss
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
In my headphones
Homie I bang a little bit of Big, little bit of Pac in there
In my headphones
Keep me a little Hov, little Face, little bit of Nas
the system
Off the radar, off the system
Off the radar, off the system
You're off the radar
You're off the system
Feel lost in your hometown
Walk around big
We comin down, and you know we
Down to swang & bang
I'm out the South, that Big Moe
Should let my nuts hang
I don't give a damn pop trunk I'm gone slam
We comin down, and you know we
Down to swang & bang
I'm out the South, that Big Moe
Should let my nuts hang
I don't give a damn pop trunk I'm gone slam
bang her is the name of the song
Dana is a bitch that can fuck all night long
And she'll love it if ya have a big dick
One night she came over by my
Bumpin bumpin bumpin bumpin yeah hoe
System bumpin bumping bumping bumping yeah hoe
System bumpin bumping bumping bumping yeah hoe
System bumpin
The industry on standby and I feel like I'm
Watching everybody pass by
Rocked with Chiddy Bang at
His very first show
Year passed by, now he's booked on the road
cause everything comes in a set time
Nothing was cool as it is
Look how we old, used to get by
Yungin's are foolish in bed (Big time)
Never had money
always mo', ow
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
just f**kin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say s**t already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang
fuckin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say shit already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang goes
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