Lyrics:
to the double disc
now they all spit - like they all legit
frank tell em how we hit
(Biggie)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
to the double disc
now they all spit - like they all legit
frank tell em how we hit
(Biggie)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
more
Hurry up and order, ain't no postin' by my door, uh
Boomin' on my porch, boomin' on my mama porch, uh
SniperGang boys, makin' noise
I got hella
yeah
And it ain't no game yeah
Why these little boys change for fame yeah
And I really don't know why they changed on me
Diamonds on wrist make em dance
Really I just see food I can make ya crawl dead
Ya swimmin' in the money boy that make me a shark then
Catch 'em kill 'em feed 'em to the hog heads
I'm
don't tell
And if that welfare check come late
Raise hell i'mma poor boy, I ain't got shit
And I hope they don't tell Baby
I'mma hit me a lick
Man, I'm
on ya
When I make it to the top I'm dropping bands on ya
I'm a piece of shit but I'm getting better
Tell yo mama I'm sorry it's time to change the weather
movies wait
Wild like a crazy night
(Ha) , clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just some mama's boys
Sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I'm a dick
(yeah)
flooding the room I’m hot like I got the flu
They like lil p calm down yeah that’s one thang I can’t do
Fresh nigga you can tell by the shoes, stop cappin
So I tell em
So I tell em
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
Right, right
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
I make 'em bounce
I make 'em bounce
I make 'em bounce
I make 'em bounce
Look
Why do I gotta repeat myself?
They all want me to defeat myself
Guess
You gotta know Sakk a cold nigga
Im eating niggaz starving they bothered
They want me broke with em
Yea I been calling shots
Get you knocked if I tell
is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holla at a nigga G
Riding on my
Hah nigga what
Mp be my name
>from the ghetto to fame
Got them make 'em say ughhh (ughhh)
Got the world screaming my name
>from every soldier
Tell me where the fuck is your logo
That ain't no mother fuckin' Polo
Them ain't no mother fuckin' Levi's
Boy yo swagg so so so
Tell me where
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
Dope Shit
Make my mama proud 'cause my clothes fit
Travel 'round the globe, bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit
Don't matter where I live, 'cause I can tell
career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
(Let me talk to em)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm (Mmm mmm)
Aye pussc boy tell yo bitch to stop watching me (Watching me)
On there telling lies they be cappin all
Canary yellow diamonds got these niggas actin' cautious
He's scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin'
VVS and they shinin' I got my number and I'm
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
Boy I
Fuck with you nigga!
Uh, fuck em all, kill 'em all off
Sent 'em off to the Holy One
Put a hole in one like miniature golf
You doubled your profit?
It'll be doubled by the morning
Pasadena, California
Bout to put the city on
'til the fucking city on
What a shame
You boys nothing, but bosses
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