Lyrics:
to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie
Done did it, come widdit
Get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it
You
Brodie spend all of his cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much goin' on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
F*** what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
Everybody bouncing
Trees we burn em by the mountain
Everybody bouncing
Don’t speak my gang unless you blood or won by split decision
Don’t want the homies
to take their own lives into their hands and
make their own choices. No longer do they want to go along with
the program 'cause everybody say it's
Forgive Me
Word and melody by London Thompson,
Tahnee Croskey, and Prentis Knight
Somethin's changed and everybody talkin bout it
I feel the pain
They yellin', "Bobby put the crack down!"
A nigga makin' money off of rap now
So I had to pass the trap down
In the studio, I feel like Uncle Sam
do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what I'm talkin' bout
Friends, how many of us have them
And not that many
The chances
the kissin' and huggin' baby you know it's nothin'
Everybody know that I can oh ho
Ladies love it when I go oh ho
You tryna stop all that, no
Well brother
beatin'
A wild one who’ll swim like
Directly after he's eaten
While holding a toaster oven that's plugged
With a fork in it
Cause death by electrocution's
ain't bust bacc
Now I see you be playing the role
You can't live by da gun and be scared of it that ain't the way it go
You can't talk bout a bag when
talkin to the ghetto
I be talkin to the ghetto
It's Christmas time and we ain't have heat
Everybody in the same bed nigga tasting feet
Get to beefing with
got the best rates in town, by the month or the week or the day
Everybody says they're gonna leave but they always seem to stay
The Sidestreet Motel
inspects the deck
Just when you thought we would fold our hand
Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
It was live on air but in
REPPIN that Sith gang
Roll up blow gas no propane
Smoke 6 blunts while they rotate
Go hard like Bobby Boucher
Go suck a dick if you hate
I'll
talkin'
We keepin' an eye on the target
So as soon as the shit get started
We gone poppop papop that riot
Pumpin that Violence-ee (Violence)
POPO don't
nobody
Niggas be talkin' that gangsta shit, but they ain't really bought it
Like who really catchin' bodies, an who really puttin' down homies
They say my
think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and they mama talkin' 'bout
and deliver 'til they pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self, but I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by, then die when I'm fine
I'm
'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
and deliver 'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
like I'm Taney
I'm ending lives to Gina, Georgia, Laura, Tony, and Bobby
You motherfuckers make hits?
I do that shit as a hobby
Pull up with
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