Lyrics:
out the Ripsta, now, drop down.
Run 'em up outta me hood. Rip's straight when I'm makin' me grip with a
Me click, rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I
off like Mike do
And everybody gon' follow me now
Down eighth in the new Z mahogany brown
Fagots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up,
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage
Got the 12 gauge at the rest so play, and into rest you lay
My everyday M.O. is gettin' dough
about the game, so I'm hunting big buck
Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long
Pass it down to me like a heirloom
The Henny got me wetter than whale
beauty with a 12-gauge gaze
Got me held like a hostage
And I don't wanna get away
Lord, have mercy on my soul
She's got a round in the chamber
And she's
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sowed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who's
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
a 12 gauge resting in my hands
How 'bout we get this party started right
And use a bullet for each of your eyes
Repetition's at its end
How does it feel
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties
all in, let the good times roll
And on a clear night
Who needs the headlights?
Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight
Out here the world don't spin
(Puff puff)
Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that?
You hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it
It's all good in your hood
5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,
and round
round and round and round and round with you.
Up, down, up, down, up, down, too.
As she leaves, she drops the presents that she won before.
jaw like a side effect
and fuck you hood rat hoes, in the project
Got a 12 gauge and I'm holdin it down
who want to ride with me cause I'm headed east
quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore
Bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down
of chardonnay
Up in the air, then eye'll drop down 2 my knees
[Chorus]
almost shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us would run
There was
veins
Feels like music
Coming back again
Shake down, take down
Knocking to a different beat
One touch, head rush
Drop it one more time for
12 gauge in my trunk, feenin' for that body drop
Money bags are in the tradeup, corpses ready for the swap
When you're lurkin on my street your shit
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
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