Lyrics:
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
up, the chronic and Hennessey on my pistol rip paw
You fools busting cats in they raps
But can't take it when they raps bust back
So I be like "Yo
stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some
me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
And comin home late every night
I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck,
ounces every month but these documents showing crumbs
Got me sitting by the boat launch pouring up aged rum
Yo, and feel it seep deep, marinating my bone
faces followed by applause
I'm the best to ever do this shit
Keep yo comments to yourself
If you ain't tryna act on that
Niggas bang for image now imagine
them toys ain't the motive boy
Just reachin people tryna cope with voids
Like long as this shit here is dope to Roy
And fans that treat em like freedom
the word like a preacher
Double up like a feature
Hot like a fever
Dope wit no dealer
Spitting my line
They on time
Niggas blocked and
Get left by
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga
I'm tryna put some money in my pocket
The dope look good when I drop it, yea
That pack and I take
causin', ain't no pausin'
Ain't enough gauze and the holes in yo' logic
The optics work like an oxtail, and everything's gravy, you crazy?
Roll up
to the money (Y'all boys can't stop us). Aye what it do street niggaz, come on...
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me
hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My
And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart
And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block
And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops
I
Y'all playin' with this game
And it's a damn shame
Yeah
This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it
If your heart ain't in it, caught
drunk? I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off
No, keep it going
Crazy Town, yo y'all just
that's all I wanna do
Spit dope that a nigga sat at the crip
And rolled me and philly phil on that flight
Always tight all night sleepy niggas don't get
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro]
get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up)
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once
the kitchen
And give 'em that dope, man it's so damn delicious
While bringin' these goals to fruition, showing the blisters
Yo boy was born up in the frozen
Ayo Paz, yo Blac i rep Official Pistol Gang
All motherfucking day
Clap at you fast, no safety on the ratchet
Gats play chess like crazy with
Stand down ten toes on yo' own get it (go and get it)
Met a bad bitch (bad bitch), she a gold digger (gold digger)
And spendin' money only time I get
a coma need a motivator push
There a nigga go
With the dope boys dough like
Let me get a can I get a
Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin'
bitch
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you 50 bucks
I can be your everything
You give me 50 bucks
Ayo, ayo, ayo it's ya boy Big Baller B
Alright, you
I'm candle waxing on her's
(That's right)
You're giving her all your love
I'm just giving her what she worth (Burrrr)
Like a hundred ice dope
Chains I'm
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