Lyrics:
cultured
She wore bandannas and swore
She was gang bangin'
But, real people knew the facade
She was maintainin' up
That ain't what's up
But I'm always down
niggas know what time it is
Nah, fuck that, I'm goin' first, nigga
You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas
Real killas, eh 50! Look we
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call me Al
Looking back now, I probably should've let him run
He smelled like gin with a hint of her
Up 'til then I wasn't sure
But he swaggered by and said
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
Get over, get by, get women, get high
Get right!
[Inspectah Deck]
Think you can stop
is deep, about to wreck shop
Bombs goin' down a mile deep, pushin' up a mile high
Nigga ain't allowed to cry while they disbelieve his god
Fakin' with
operatives
Who professional at Black Man Pounce
And hand you a sentence that you can't pronounce
I'm also anti-narco, anti-vice
911 marks the anti-christ
to fag off.
Tell him he sager,
inhale when I heard the word was abandonin' me,
my plan would be crumbled.
I tumble down in tears,
pressured by the cops
their town
And I ain't goin' for no shit like that;
Cuff me up, take me to jail, I'll come back
Talkin' much shit, cuz I talk what the fuck I feel
Baby girl I have my eyes on you
Hopin that one day I can flip the pies on you
Since you down south show you what that rock could do
Come back rich, yeah
the light goes out heads are gonna roll.
In an hour and a half the devil was down by the sea,
Working strange mischief on her bride to be.
It seems
be
And leave me alone
I want to go home
Mary is waitin' and weepin'
Down in our shack by the sea
Even after I've hurt her
Mary's still in love
(Uh Yeah)
(B*tch)
(Uh Yeah)
Everybody ducked off now huh?, I see what the f*ck goin' on
(Uh and I'm thuggin forreal B*tch!)
Sh*t got to active
hating but I still blaze
Break it down and pass it to me
Bong filled up for days
I love my KK too
Wit cookies what it do
I’m talking hybrids dude
You can’t
all this shit so smoothly
Niggas got beef with me they gettin clapped
Slide by with the glizzy it goin click clack
I'm tossing you bullets like my name
[Mr. Cheeks]
What's ya niggas thinkin?
Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin?
Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin
You must be coked out,
After showdowns with niggas
From hometowns
I'm talkin dawgs that
Send bullets in flurries
One in ya head would X out
What you know like No Worries
Turn
I'm Leather face
When I pull up next to you inside a black Chevrolet
Keep an AK
Better vacate
Gotta bullet for the nay says
Shoot you down yelling
Bic lighter sparks the plants while making my next move
I'll take a life on the rocks, yea the shit goes down smooth
Just do what you wanna do cause yo
Gibbs
Y'all motherfuckers better recognize
It's goin' down now
Yo, I'm the best rapper from my
City man it ain't no question
This is more than just
It's that big drip
Aye, aye, aye
M.A what up (Zombie on the track)
Yeah (Whoa, sheesh, sheesh)
Solo dolo in the studio with it (LPC)
Gang gang with
to that f*cking dinner date
Monster I can't een speak on what I done did today
I was playing peekaboo opps made me play some gta
Keep goin DJ Khaled um
goin back nahh u cant tell me shit cant tell me how to act i need a red coup with the seats all black i need a red bitch big booty str8 ass the shit u be
up my hand you
See nothin' up in it
When I close that motherfucker
Bet there's money up in it
Who the pimp? Bitch, I pimp myself
Ask what's up, only
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