Lyrics:
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
'Grams, what?
Playin' cards and they bored
Members of gangs, livin' by and dyin' by the sword (wheel it)
Block parties, food stamp debit cards
Your hood
unless I'm bustin' at you hatin' bitches
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggas sprayin' wit' fire
that I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man
and the jackas wanna kick in my do' (do')
I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate
But I, got a Ph.D from Pimp State
And I, got a Master's Degree in movin' weight
And my,
squirt (ah-ah)
The song work, so ain't no playin' wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin' it up
The remains that's left behind can
expression like we didn't hear the lord
So I'm hopin' and prayin'
That I won't be opened and sprayin'
In real life and it's just a dream, and it's not
Yeah, Yeah
I'm on my Westside Gunn shit, nigga
Pull up to the block
Know what I'm sayin'
I'm with TempoRSA
Ballin' on these niggas
Yah feel me?
Yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Its hustle time Texas
I do this for tha streets
Grindin' wit no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need ta cease I'm evadin'
to fit
Boss says that's cool, I'm alright with it
Then I slide on Twitter, type a bit
Another week of sprayin' another beat
Got the world at my feet
is what it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is what it is (here we go!)
I'm Crip'n, heaven gates open meet your maker
My pistol get it poppin like
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
the Chinese embassy
Copped the Corona cure, NO WAY lemme see
My brain is kinda slow like the Internet Explorer
Got Le Monque by my side like I'm Dora
playin
I'm stayin' hope the JackBoys know that
I plan on sprayin'
Nah for real, listen to what I'm sayin'
Been through it all, had to shake it off
One
back!
You said you was Bad, but what happened to that?
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop off of the brink
When I talk, man, it sound like
some git back,
While we sprayin' all you niggas sayin' git back,
Duck down nigga, naw what now nigga,
You was talking plenty shit but you ain't tough
her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin' up nothin', my brother
Hitmen rollin' up in trenches
Sprayin' at my car, only missin' me by little
her
Put in another clip, cause I ain't givin' up nothin', my brother
Hitmen rollin' up in trenches
Sprayin' at my car, only missin' me by little
beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like Keenan
Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'?
A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
Put it all up on your head (ayy)
Bands make 'em dance when them choppas
thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle
My paper propel, won't lay in a cell,
(Damn, JakeSand)
Yeah
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)
I see a risk I take it
I take a sip, I'm drankin' (I take it)
Bitch, I'm flier than
the underlings wondering whats thundering
storming towards them, morphing till tyrannosaurus
cnd the sound of organs
in the morning you're in mourning,
I'm
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