Lyrics:
tryna be slick
I was on thw same shit
Silly little rabbit
Dont you know i hate tricks?
You better reconize hoeeee
You cant play a playa
You got me
and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I want to see is die
(Juicy J)
Yo sleep at night,
'ma rep my set n rep my
Gang
I'ma rep my hood I'ma rep my set I'ma rep my block n rep my
Gang
I'ma rep my hood mutha fucka if you grew up in the hood
That I
not about me, This is about the PPl's Champ
From Houston Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
Tell em who you are!
{Chorus}
I'm a real motha fucka what are
cheek you a mutha fuckin fool, never let a mutha fucka out speak you, if you open both cheeks you let ‘em fuck you, with no pleasure, no pain, mutha fuck
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
got your back if you earn it so,
Don't double cross or I'll slit your throat,
Cold blooded mutha fucka that's how I roll,
If you ride with me you get
is fine (Im just a sexy mutha fucka)
Damn that bitch is fine
OHHHHH
I get it from my maaaami and i know how to handle it
plus I got a motor like
out sum day
Imma bring y'all to the top
Cause ik you gonna stay
Yea I owe to the people
Who be always
Looking out
I been rapping
Never trippin
I ain't
rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money
the future, shot goes out the getty mutha fucka I am ready.
And whoever got the torch just can't seem tuh hold it steady 'cause I see the flame flickerin, ex
and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe & everybody in a circle
Sockin' mutha-fuckas 'til they eyes turn purple
Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just 1
's he"?
Who's he?
Mutha fucka I am
J-A to the L-I-L
And while the cats try to figure
Why the hell I yell
Hey listen,
It's my prerogative
And trust the kid
average balla
We ride for Mr. Diabolical
[Verse 1]
Now who am I the ngga from D.T stacking cheese
And Flipping G's and making them see's respect me
I
you bad
Shawty be bad
Look at her walk
Ghanaian beauty wit Brooklyn talk
So you know lil shawty ain’t takin that front
Tell ya stucka ass go take up
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
Ay man, I'mma' tell you why I'm thugged out
Ay yeah I got a crime fetish
Says fuck these mutha'fuckas
Never been a busta'
I don't fuck with them
ain't noticed?
Yea, I'm that bitch you've seen on the Gram
Now say that shit
I've been popping my shit since Trina dem shit (who's bad)
You know what come
mutha'fucka I'm just Compton's rapper
I might spit some intricate shit
For retards not to get
But really I'm just as
Rude as Marshall Mathers
Is that
Trynna be a hip-hopper
I'm ya big Papa
Daddy Nappi get a switch
Bouta beat ya ass properly
Too bad to the friends who doubted me
Hope yo sad broke ass is
through this life is ultraviolet
The climates been colder than it's ever been
Clouting up sink or swim I guess a mutha fucka will be drowning then
Break
you want me to believe you one more time
Who be mumu
Situation is critical
Dem turn our festival to foreign raro
See student for hospital
The parents
I'm seeing shit
Pop a nicca if he try bitch I keep a stick
Up that mutha fucka now doggy just repeating shit
I don't talk POW 40 keep repeating shit
mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out
Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, BITCH ASS, NIGGA!
Keep lookin' at a nigga like you
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