Lyrics:
left that shit up in the past (nah)
I ain't stoppin' for them boys 'cause the coupe too fast (skrrt, I'm gone)
Call me John Cena 'cause these niggas
like you
I'm not like others
It's like I've been here before
[Verse 1]
504 is the domain I don't sang
My rhyme go bang
Nigga, ain't in the place
Reach around the whole Third hit that ass
Picture me and you in a two man cell
You washin' nigga's draw's takin' my
Dick leanin' on the wall now Mystikal
worth it I ain't goin to build nothin'
So I just let you go be that same nigga
Still frontin' laughin' and shit
Like you see somethin' funny
What you
room it go off shore
Yea, yop yop nigga on his tip
Yop yop nigga never slip
Nah hold up wait a minute with that homie shit
I was on my grind you ain't
to that
The bass dont thump, we spit on crap
That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap
I
nigga (No)
I ain't no hatin' ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate 'em)
What they gon' do, that doctor ain't got shit to save niggas (It go)
I'm through
though, get the whole thang boy he groovy
Austin Powers, need a million wit my pinky
Y'all niggas ain't doing shit I told ya come & fuck wit me
Fuck that
got a problem, I can pull up where you at
But a Nigga moving different cause a nigga got a daughter
Been flipping packs, move the shit by the quarter
[Chorus]
Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk
Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the block, 23's
this nigga sweet he work at docs,
•when I drop, watch how they be shocked, wait till I get my shot, wait till I drop that song wit hot
•woke up dem
broke and delirious
Paralyzed niggas is feeling this
On a murder spree and killing shit
That bullshit I ain't hearing it
Bout my niggas shit is serious
Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit
niggas ran out of gas
But I ain't tripping, it's whatever that shit made me a man
And bitch it's Golden Class the gang niggas know where we stand
(Verse
I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red s**t
now)
Rich nigga with broke habits, driving a Maybach on E (skrrt)
They just book me for two hundred, spent that shit on my teeth (see)
Say cheese,
Choppers with drums
Nigga thats how it comes
Assualt rifles, extended clips
Let you know where I'm from
The names chopper city
It's a city
Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that crip shit
Niggas said cuz in the first
shit is real? (Uh)
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?)
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make
changing up the monotony
Of every day ole same shit I'm sick of the lame shit
Y'all niggas want some next shit that's what I came with
Cause I be on my jawn
things that people saying
Ya heard me?
y'all don't know shit about what happened between me and No Limit
Let me tell you something
P raised me
ya blade
Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave
Check your rearview, lock them doors
Beat your hoes and cock ya shit
Count your money by
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