Lyrics:
swing, boi
Them god damn toys, do you know what I mean
Boi? Now if you warrin' and runnin'
From them three-six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason
Yo clippers aint sharp enough
You cant fade us
We'll cross a niggah
Rob davis
I stay with my G-lock like im from chi
But im from L.A. the land
like he tryna grab some food
He really tryna see who get in
This the store of corey
He seen this nigga named Rob that he know from round the block
But he
The Mobsters
Cut The Small Talk
Where Them Bags At
Them Commas
Pay Me If You Owe Me
Dont Be Late Perfect Timing
Reason Ion Front Workers
They
where the dope at then I promise we go
Stop crying, stop praying where the yeh at ho'
Don't you dare scream Jesus I can snuff your mouth
Money, dope,
Mykill from Averfeild with a murderous look
Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella
I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella
*Break {Speaking}*
and red, nigga, you ready
He a lil' fiend, lil' nigga an addy
I got this bad bitch off of addies
Where the BNB, go ahead, send me the addy
Come on, now show
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
swang
Through yo house wit that thang
Fo-Five range
Can you catch me where I reign
Now look hang to below the sealevel
I be hotter than a devil
niggas spinned on you and mistakenly shot your brother
She fakin' pregnant, I gave her abortion money when I know I used a rubber
From the 'jects, where
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
but not least, the backbone of the wig out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the dungeon
All over the u
'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop
' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load (go get it)
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (zip it)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole (shh)
You
shots at where you think, I got millions when I blink
I got birds like Arthur Blank, I just bought a purple mink
Cookin' cocaine in the sink, seen some
All them lil white babies runnin' 'round my block ya
See me see me now I'm runnin up by thousands
Catch you with ya dogs you don't act the same with
' Fame]
I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous and rob
Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his arms
Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms
Lift your
just hear what I'm Saying
Go get the cash take off the mask
Lil nigga don't slip up again
They put in that work they kill you
For work this shit supply
dumpin
And that uh
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's,
to the N, uh
Where my gente at, that's my R-A-Z-A, uh
L.A., Palm Trees, O.C. and I.E
I'm in the 9-0-9, you know where you can find me
Lil' mama, she
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
Long flights hard white ain't get me rich enough
I'm hard headed, yeah I couldn't get it quick enough
I'm from a city where they'll kill you if you
made some steam (Yeah)
Soon M's on the way, I won't back down
Never felt the love from below, underground where I rose (Yeah)
Now your speakerbox makin'
comin', a hunnid miles and gunnin'
I'm still runnin' with cats that rob
From the era of XL 80's and hatchback Saabs
(Same game) Operation for this
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