Lyrics:
A little introduction get to know me
Had a thug life, pac, syke, double r and mopreme
Down for whatever I was more for the flow
Some had bags
know I don't need em'
Big ass paws
Pitbull dog
Wild without a leash
Get bit, ha ha ha ha
Yeah
PAID LEE, nigga
Dreams, dough, stomach gettin' bigger
Big
hopping, feeling right
Booties shaking, all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, looking fly
Round up the posse, jump in my
M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
Bring a stick
stayin' in school, for just doin' my work
Gettin' chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm on the run and I better run fast
'Cause if I don't
out, gave him his half
Hooked up with a friend oh we started boomin
Then we go to some O's then I went solo
Stackin my pay gettin it on
Got myself
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,
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
and some still don't get it
And yeah, I might have said it way back
And got sweated by the same ones admittin' it now
But no credit came to me
If you can
I put you on your back
And if your head touch that ground, just know that bitch is gettin' cracked
I'll stomp up on your shit like I'm jumpin'
I'm gettin' weak, I need some ayy-ayy
Need someone to pray for my soul right now
Everything's lookin' grey and there's no white clouds (ooh)
I don't
talking about, approachin a mac?
Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat
I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa
Cut your arm of to get
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
his head he crouch like a coward
Run shit yeah I move like a browser
Big man beat your ass like im Bowser
Make you to soup eat you up like some chowder
owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
lanes Luv Luv
When I’m on the strip I’m gettin bread as a hobby
When I’m in the building I get head in the lobby
When I’m in the field I move them chains
from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy
I said, I'm always down to ride with my doggy
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin' lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim's
top five rap list
I gat some names on my hit list
TerryThaRapman, the name have been discussed among heads
Fans quoting punchlines that I've said
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
a Asian
Bet he feelin' in his chest for all that bullshit he was sayin
Put some money on your head, might shooter line em like a taper
I'm in that Johnny
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne s***
Livin' my life, gettin' high payments
F***in' with some new broads and they high maintenance
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