Lyrics:
you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run
[Lil
I'm nice lil' homie
And I don't need a mic, lil' homie
But yo, I'll end ya whole life, lil' homie
I'll have you home before the street lights
Ya'll
a dime
To your name, and the only way to gain is through crime?
Sometimes I used to pack, one time I got jacked by some sacs
But you know I got mine,
Carrying that heat so we still in a hotbox
Every one of you niggas is getting laid down
Now half of your gang is in hospital gowns
Execute 'em one by one
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
[Hook: x 2]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
bitch mouse
And then I seen you fly, deep into the night
I wanna be like Lil One, so mothafuck might
I came to put it down, wipe the tears from the ground
man I aint gonna take yours)
(Aint nothing like that dog you know what I'm sayin)
Nine to yo fuckin dome bitch
[Chorus - Till fade]
Keep on flapping both your jaws then you gone need a pastor
Tell him grab a crucifix then holy water cleanse the bastard
I'm the captain of this shit
I'm chasing the dough
They chasing the hoes
That's why they went broke
I'm Lil Mono
You ain't got no weed, you can't match my dope
You don't got no
these niggas gats
I guess it's like guerilla warfare
Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for delf until you make it there
And if you don't then
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
And when I take off, it's
Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
And when I take off, it's
Too many tools I got too many switches
I can't trust a soul, it's too many snitches
Put chrome to your dome, and send you to heaven
I knock that boy
-9
Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste
[2x]
[GPA]
Now I see your placed your bets
So I'ma put you in your place
It's GPA and Mr. Lil One
-9
Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste
[2x]
[GPA]
Now I see your placed your bets
So I'ma put you in your place
It's GPA and Mr. Lil One
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
bloody murder
Chi Cleveland selection tha millennium connection flow be wack and hi-techin'
If you ever hate then go select your weapon
Put a hole in your
happen. Do whatever it takes
Live or die trying in the bed that I've made
Mr. Sandman. Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me things
Mr
(Juvenile)
Lil one and gone
Lil one was stuck in this shit
Lil one say he gonna bust a nigga head if you fuck with his bitch
Lil one got the court hot
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