Lyrics:
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open
1Way1Way
Gang
Three
1Way1Way
Shout me I got that nose candy
This shit making them so happy
Why these niggas be so chatty?
Quick time pass
desire to beat Lif
Be my guest, take a guess who was left to mess
And at peace request
I summoned the sun to burn a whole in his chest
[Mr. Lif Talking
just blew the whistle, like my ball was off-side
Wave all you want from your plane, I'm superman, flying by
You be out partying, I'm inside, on the grind
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
to the applause who gonna clap
Uh working, I'm steady working
When I be grinding puttin' time in they ain't got shit on me
Just like a stain, if it was love I be
on me soon as I was doing bad
Now I got 'em on they toes like they working out they calves
Going all in we ain't giving up a half
Field goal percentage
pussy up in the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by see's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr
criminals
Mr blonde was a vega so his brother was vince
Everyone head to the rendevouz
Daddy’s gonna be pissed
QT motherfucker late fees motherfucker
I
Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
just like my bitch cause it's foreign exotic
She know I'm the coldest don't care who the hottest these diamonds be fighting like Boxers
Lil $tunna I
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
bro.
Be aware that your girl loves my dimples bro.
Cheesing on a bad bitch, I’mma show her the ropes.
Yeah I whip a beater, but I’ll still bag your
Bitch need to do your part
You ain't never gon' win my heart
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay
Yeah, I ain't no captain save a ho lil
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
he ran
I be balling I'm Holly Morant
I get money that's just who I am
I just walked in this bitch with them bands
Please come get yo lil bitch she
(wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with (fuckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by
Bad bitch gon' call me, who
These niggas not fuckin' with mine, lil' niggas hit with their phone
I do not give a fuck about that bullshit, so why
the water
They gonna think you a lobster, nigga (gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make
feat. Mr. Lil One, Mr. Shadow
[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck
[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by
masks
Who got the whips
He told me that the lil homies got the wheel
And I'm like chill
I ain't riding with these young mothafuckas to do a drill
Niggas
Lose connection
In the
Middle of the song
And I made some
Bad beats
And the only person
Who thought
I had potential
At that time
Was my
Aunt Jacqueline
careless
So hear this, prepared to do damage
It's like a bad magic trick, no way that we can vanish
Stop the bullshit
Carve these MCs open
I'm here
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