Lyrics:
Glock in the party and we carry switches that bitch go retarded
I walk in the party don't care bout who watching, these niggas be bitches they ain't
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
All my folks get down and get loose
This one here streets done made for you
This for all of my dogs
All of my people, all of my killers
All of my dogs
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
niggas was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?
Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was
part
(Let me help you baby)
Now who you fucking with you know Ridiculousg that nigga
(Been that nigga)
I hit up trilogye I said yo Brodie I need
Like, next
Guess who's getting X'ed?
You made a choice, that's your bad
Single life ain't so bad
But we ain't finna go there
Something's off, I'll tell
Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up
Yes I, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride
chocking on this whoo!
Sorry 'bout that, let me bring it back
Can you feel it, goddamn, goddamn
I could go on for days and days
Never delays and laze
This is
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
get to pick
You mess with my brothers
It go down, 'cause we with the shits
Never let a bitch control our minds
It won't get us rich
No I ain't no killer
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take 'em home
befo’ I blast you"
Go ahead and whack dude
I drop a 10, then spin again
You know they comin’ back through
That pussy boy said he gon’ whack who
I’m
killers go and pounce they'll go get you and yo friend
We selling dope by ounce come get you a pinch
Do em like the slaves in south but nobody who did it
We
never be golden
LET THEM KNOW ROMANS 14: 12
To the non- makers of hairs
But killers of heirs
And bringers of tears
To folks who work their fingers
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
a stupid decision
Stupid ass bitch why they they being stupid
Go and ask that nigga Vincent
Who tf is Vincent have that nigga zooted
That nigga I whooped
surrounded by skrippers
I'm so official don't let it offend you so if you think small I'ma tell you think bigger
I'm in the stew
Cooking up dope in the booth
killers
Down town killers
West coast killers
East coast killers
Up north killers
Down south killers
Let's go get 'em
Let's, let's, let's go get 'em
'Cause when mi pop off and splurt anyting
Weh come fi test, mi say
Them gone underground fi go rest
Make me tell you 'bout scalp dem
Scalp dem, and hang
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