Lyrics:
niggas won't shoot me
You couldn't play your part and got cast out the movie
Young nigga big motion so watch how you moving
No cap in my rap if you think
get his lick back it'll fuck up his conscious
He want em wacked he coming
He want the young nigga smacked by the morning
Brought every gahdam stick that
the Tahoe
Curtis Jackson, Chris Wallace, Terrence Thornton, Young Pablo
Son of all the names above, I'm nervous when they showin' love
Lotta tricks up they
rest in peace to Tshaka Figeoroa
Some got to grow up before they blow up
And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?
Rented some BM's
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
and young Luda's a menace (yep)
But I cried the first time I had to go to the dentist
Cuz I was scared then a mug, I couldn't stand no doctors
But I loved
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
This is the business
Prepare to take witness
To the type of ish that we on, we on
By the time that you get there
We already been there
We done
ain't even made a dime
Yet you want my time
Once upon a time there was a young girl
Dreaming of what it would be like to be known
By the whole world
the guys, drink a couple brews
I'm just doin my thing, feelin good man who knew
Got the gang by my side so I guess that nothings new
A little too young
eat
Highly educated, bitch I walked across the street
And I'm a young one from the street
Man it's your boy Little ECG
Only my mama get to call me by
know it's part of the green bags
Visualize the shepherd and the green jets
Wait until I get on the haters is gonna hate it
And miss young Chris
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
[Chris Gun]
When we ride it's a homicide
When we ride it's a mothafuckin homicide
[Noble]
Yo, I'm on the glock pumping white valvues
Just me
get richer by the day
Selling P's out extended stay
Pull up at Ruth Chris and eat a steak
Hook Outro [Trey Haitian]
I will ride for my niggas mane
rang
Always gone Eddie Cane suga booga
Minding my biz..chasing a chicken
These n***as is leaning like Hook-her
I’m Booker T with the DDT
Chris Wallace
Stay wanna fuck but lil ho ion creep
L-A nigga you gay cause you wanna be me
Got one bullet in the motherfucking leg
Ay call up nigga Chris so young
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is
God blessed I ain't living in fear
Swear down ill go to hell if my Niggas were there
Cause I've been Ice-City since a young age
Anyone lay I hand
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