Lyrics:
it's rugged and ruff
I'm in to hip hop me, I'm in to will smith and puff
It must have been tuff, brought up in the ghetto and that
You must have had
ever come my way
(westside, eastside)
Or I'ma have to dig another hole like
This is where your body gon stay (fuck it)
Now you call me a lowlife
But
at)
Don't post the location where you not at
(Where you not at)
Go live, let me see what's around you
(Let me see that)
Hit you and hit everythin'
crying
Your bullets don't fly
? aim smooth? I keep that Smith and Wesson with me like I'm black moon
Toss up the living room storm through the kitchen
they do is throw shade
When I up this forty Cal' chrome, all my enemies go far away
Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today
Not
motherfucker in my way gets dipped
That means some throats are about to get ripped, (RIP IT)
Nah nah don't panic
Wait til you see what the fuck I've been
pair of
Reeboks and everything i can just see me
With tears running down me cheeks going
"Jeremy, they took advantage of me
When I were drunk i
Feel so
3 degree /give me greeve just to leave ,toke it as a wind of Lord's shall come below grief giv'm disbelief all the agervation come ,and choke these reeds see
see new things, and my cup bloody, not Kool-Aid
Smoke dope, I be high for two days
If it's up and its stuck, niggas too late
Knock, knock, I'm come in
and the K9s
I'm in the office talking with the dubersteins
20k On retainer
gotta pay the lawyer for the labor
The money it come with the danger
That 40 cal
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house,
Niggas is under me,
They bitches come to me,
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
about the pack than I do keepin outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag it'll make me
it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit
but you think I’m talking insane
Think about it twice you gonna realize use that brain
Trust me you want no issue
I'ma make them bullets come get you
that safe fast, pistol-whip your bitch ass
OG, old nigga, 40 cal., Hair trigger
Fed more fuckin' fans than FEMA, diss me and I'll come to see ya
Just
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
niggas to get your tweak on (uh)
C connection demandin respect
And if you get out of line, then we goin put yo ass in check (so check)
Comin from me to you
stand on me, I'll catch you falling
You can stand on me and I'll help you find a way
Stand on me, I can see our ship turning
Stand on me, we're sailing
know what I'm all about runnin' Harley bikes on site, when it goes down!
Me and my homies always holdin' the fort down
Come up in our town and your
of brothers
Magazines asking questions about my track
I think he was on people tryna wrap
Me up but I see you
You ain't heard that I'm the crack that you
Gave
all scared, nigga
That's all you gon' hear, nigga
Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga
It's MAC-11's and .40 Cal's for
Takin' it from the top? (Top)
Tippy? (tippy)
Come on, my people
Sing it, daddy
Hey (ooh-wee)
We rock
Ha (ah), ha ha
Ha ha (aha)
Taking my
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