Lyrics:
[Talking]
As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew
My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz
Walkin' the bloody trail,
a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name
I`m strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if you
keys I cooked up
Now all my niggaz, makin' major figgaz.
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin' a lick
Pistol whip them nigga to death
criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop, gone
Nine trey, shit I had ta run thru my P.J's, cracked floor to nine four
Till the gatz blow
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
don't impress me
Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me
Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
Fuckin with this royal assembly,
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
[Chorus - 2X]
[Layzie Bone]
What you thought a nigga'd be up and gone
Fly by night, no longer Bone, strictly hype
Nigga better think twice
cause all
over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh
[Verse 2]
Yo, you see why'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
want it?
Niggaz trying to kill me, and they caught me by surprise
That's when I blacked out, my life flashed before my eyes *glass breaking*
[Sticky
a definite
(Three)
Better give it up
(Four)
How I hit 'em up
Niggaz be shootin' just to be shootin', I ain't with that
I leave you tongue-kissin' my
Great with the hand like the Gingerbread Man
But I pull the four-fifth just as fast as I can
Y'all niggaz ain't used to the pain
I don't even think y'all
the Lakers' Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can't ignore me
Quit stepping on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh!
Mind
[Diddy]
Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.
Let's go
[Biggie]
Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun
niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my
impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it
hongry, I had an appetite
Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle
Motherfuckers tryin to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin
Barney
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his business
did niggaz would cut they wrist
In a muthaphukkin candy 4
Beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the bitch
Who was all in my shit
Its that nigga
can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip
on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I`m a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name
I`m strictly ghetto celebrity,
[Intro]
What wh-wh-what what what, nigga {7X}
Yo.. c'mon with it nigga
This for my nigga right here, strictly for my niggaz
What, turn it up, turn
freaky like a demon Nina
Millimeter my weapon when I'm steppin' through yo section
Strictly fo protection
Wreckin', checkin', disrespectin' niggaz
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