Lyrics:
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
the face of the movement
Put my face on a shirt just for Rob's amusement
Gonna pull up to practice and act like a dick
Don't matter nobody can stop my flick
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
another body
Bitch I'm dead red and now I'm walking like a zombie
Ford F-150's might rob this lobby but I can't do that 'cause that's my hobby
I ain't
and delusions
Stage stop, 4th wall, never gave two craps
Two scenarios scary though staring up at new raps
Whatchu tryna care for? Take a pic or stare more!
my bitch a choosy lover
Never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets
Like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor
Top notch
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract
to get your head wrapped
Skull shot, bald spot
You'll never grow ya dreads back
Yo this nigga dead Smack
Don't stop the fight
If you Hulk Hogan leg drop
used to think LL stood for Love LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga,
Spray my ting like aftershave
It's gonna be a par today
When your heartbeat stops and you pass away
Trust me, it's all easy to me
I'm champagne, you're
'cause The Game don't stop
Just a little more change, got a Benz and a Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name
The cool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
path cuz I will blast anybody that,
Attempts to stop me, Attempts to block me,
Attempts to rob me, Attempts to copy,
And I can not be tempted by
but back came Rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, want to hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody
Sipping on McDonald's house red
Ak sing like a castrati, woo
I have no morals or belief system
I have no spirituality or anything that gives my life
you're gonna rob me like they did
Whittaker when he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to
Going against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun
slangin Nigga
By any means you want to stop the team we pull the Trigga
?????
Red Red Go away!
cause a nigga want to play
Leave me here
????
motherfuckers out who want to rob me
You best to slob the knob G
You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
High producer production
Suck to the wall
red like I'm rodman
You ain't happy with Jesus you sad man
Can never give up but I tried man till
God told me you one of my best men
Yes he told me
And I'll never stop killing til God retires
I want everybody feeling the wrath of my flow
And if you can't feel this there's the door
Robbing from
heat
I feel like rambo writing the script for rocky
My creed is droppin anvils
And you’ll never stop me
Might take a draco to pop me
But it’ll take
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