Lyrics:
that weed that
Put your brain in headlock
Wanna be a witness nigga
You can witness this!
Four fevers straight to your
Wig splitting your shit
Niggas hate
and chippew
Like rite Infront the park
Ian know wat gangsta was
Aquintis Griffin laying law
Den I ran to boosie
Know he kept his toolie by his drawls
I
drivin'
These niggas hoes, oh, I know, I know
We leave ‘em stretched inside the road
Nigga, behind my bros, I won’t fold
I go by Herm, nigga (He go by
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
Brr
Brr
I'm tellin' you, Tay Keith
These folks do not be ready for this shit, bruh (brr)
It's another one, man (brr)
(Tay Keith, fuck these
you about to get shell-shocked
That's my fam, I'll hold 'em down forever
Us against the world, we can battle whoever
Together, ain't no way we gon'
the radio still played. Gangsta rappin'.
Rappers talk about bein' from the street. True stories about the ghetto. Dedicated to the young homies.
Much love
the radio still played. Gangsta rappin'.
Rappers talk about bein' from the street. True stories about the ghetto. Dedicated to the young homies.
Much love
Step into a world (llaka klaka, klaka klaka)
Where there's no one left (buku, buku, alla de massive)
But the very best (klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo
Hotter than cmaterasu
Move in shadows. Shikamaru
Villains keep saying “this world shall know pain”
You can't match my pain , I'm from the village where
everything ass like sodimy its gotta be
Drugs four fifths and snubs what's that about
Nigga you can't lift the guns that you rappin bout
Real talk I can't
day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb
clean, never seen a thing (K.i.D)
I got forty-four F&N bullets and twenty-five thousand stuffed in these Amiri jeans
Damn, look at what happened
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
member
Around the compound of 15 soldiers
Lead by four to start off the war
FEE, FI, FO
FUM! I smell the blood like Nosferatu
Inhale invisible death like
The World's Freshest you bitch
Cha
Uh yeah
Gangsta Gibbs baby
You know I wanna do it
You know I wanna do it
You know I wanna do it, bitch
Uh
of seven knew I'd be the man
I'm just rappin bout my life but they don't understand
I was taught to get it on my own don't need no helping hand
(Yea)
I'm
This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, Yeah
Underground
Hip-Hop,
racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It's thirty degrees outside (Gangsta, Gangsta)
Twenty four, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, gettin'
over tha world
Willin' to die for everything that we built
The battleground we call turf where haters come to be killed
[Chorus: x 4]
[Violent j]
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the worlds to much, to take my pain away
Chorus: (Repeat 4x)
[Lil' Romeo]
I shed tears for da world.Death carries no age limit.
To my love ones up there
and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
So how you feel?
Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know
down with a swag that'll
Fuck up the whole world i'm back again
Fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
Too many wanna be gangsta
Fuckin' my mood up
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