Lyrics:
the police 'cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly as if his name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in Macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got
Mo', but Don the King
I'm gettin pissy, with Tissy, Missy and Irene
Real close friends that like to try things
Me and my dirties, we like to buy
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
a been much more good to me
When I, I was nothing
Don't sweat my technique
Cause you wanna be down with me
[Mo (Missy)]
I know, I know
You wanna be down
riches (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If it's too hot then get that ass up out the kitchen
Listen carefully, I don't give a damn if you don't care for me
The rhythm
wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world, ho
I wear bright red, like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been
past the seats
Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me
I'm loved, niggas want to throw
head wit dis one
See u fuckin wit da boys who
Tote toyz way b4 Christmas no assisstance
(jis) That persistence me that
Commitment if- I
Don't get it
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration
As for you pussy niggas
I just realize you can f**k with me and you never will
Bitch ass
'Cause money mean the world to me
I'ma shine for the world to see
Pearl the V, twirl the key
F, kick back and twirl the weed
(Ma) wanna roll wit a top
tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it
All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
They be poppin' on the 'Gram,
'cause they love to hang us I hear ya
I ride wit ya dogg if you can get me to tha border
My baby mama flipped out and dipped out wit my daughter
I
out, yo yo
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know
waiting on a nigga like me
To take that chance and rob your man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance
That's the devil, they always wanna
they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smokin' mad
the (sumthin')
All the people when they see me like snoop turn it up!
I'm in my zone ma' fucka
Get stuck in the ribs by old bone crusher
2 tone leather with
Pretty kitty lil missy
Green grizzly make me dizzy
Kid he trippy don't give pity
Fuckin wit me
Fuckin wit me
On the way up
I cannot mind all
to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Couldn't see me even if you was standin' with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible
girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man keep that Lindbergh shit
Up in the cut like gay niggaz, in butt
I'm black wit Indian, my race should be
That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!"
Had Da Brat with 'em, should've had his gat with
jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know
a ride wit 'em til they bury me
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got gun
And my guns got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all
Damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine, then off past five
And they work my nerves
That's why I cannot sleep at night (you know you can do it)
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
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