Lyrics:
You're hit, by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the Devil, I don't play no tricks 'cause
Wu, gots like come on through
Su, that's the call for
you're swearin' up and down, that you got the Louie boots
So you roll to the swap meet, girlfriend buttless
Rip phantom top on your seven six Cutlass
In
watching over us
I know you’re watching over us
Know you’re watching over us
And I know nothing under GOD could ever stop these feelinz
So I can only pray
you by my side
I've been through so much in my life most people ask questions and want to know why
I may not have all the answers but I can tell you
folding up
Gangstas pull drive-bys
You can never hit me
Dropping the hit girl
Cux we gatta eat it
Oh no oh no oh no no o...
I'm not a gangster o
No no no no
mission, dippin', sqrew-job intermission you're bangin' for mine
From the west to the east to the nine, nine
Bow down bustas ain't no bannin' me
Now I'm
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
Fuck you niggas talkin' to me about?
See, see as a kid
I felt alienated by the niggas who look just like me
Niggas treat my nuance like it, like
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Yeah I'm super gangsta dawg
I got like 95 bodies and I grew up under a bridge and I can do 10,000 push ups
and can't nobody kill me!
All Cap
All Cap
'In the Alley'
Driving so fast that no one could catch me
While I'm knocking "Gangsta
Bitch" by Apache
This is the mood for making
The hit hip-hop song
of drama
So I cover up my nose
The faces like film leavin' out too long, gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
From the girlfriends in my clothes
of greed
You saw the other side, and the grass wasn't green
So you're trynna be solo, but you need a team
You wanna be followed, but you can't lead
And you
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
I must say, you're the flyest thing in here (uh-huh)
You're so hot, we gon' need some rain in here
Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here (uh-huh)
gangstas pop your heart in front of your bitch
Then turn and look at her like “Who you coming with miss”
You're my son, get the drift
So right now I'll be
star
Listen
Lock me down and generate strife
Until I Alicia Keys like Swift Beats wife
You're a wanker, not gangsta, pure foolishness your bringing
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen
I give her what she need
Money ain't a thing, she stay
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
you grow again in real-time
Looking after you growing up showed me responsibility
Now you're grown and it’s (and it's) killing me
My little lyric, so
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
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