Lyrics:
fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades
nigga
Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang
I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just
Niggas thought this 4 shit died, with Lil Man and CG
Nigga in case you couldn't tell them niggas live through me
I think about you on my best days
bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me
Hickey look like I'm beat by my bitch, I like how she suck me and shit
(I like how she suck me and shit)
She could suck me, like fuck me, lil bitch
I
mama house
Damn, that pussy good, but you got nigga problems
This shit ain't healthy for a gangster, I got bigger problems
Better tell that lil' nigga
gonna live to collect your dough
Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop or four for go?
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
I wanna be the epitome of rank
All my bruddas doing dirt
Mr filthy with the bank
Mr AK hit him with work
And I more time roll on my dank
Why my life
cause it's a open, book
Now let me tell you a story, man it's that nigga JeCory
Hossalini , or Swayze , them other niggas is boring
Feel like I live in
with thirty, I'm not by myself, I'm with the guys
Heard some niggas screamin', "B," this one come, we set a fire
I'm steady screamin', "Free Lil
worth it i'm working
Who turn the gamers into gangsters?
I remember feeling danger
Now I'm feeling more discouraged
Don't feel that way, I feel your pain
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
favorite play the pick and roll
After the game I put lil momma in that figure 4
Beat her doonies down and she screaming daddy give me more
Time to up
the work in the payphone
Can't name a neighborhood in my city that I can't go
Forever live on my lil nigga six we was like the bang bros
Told him when I get
me *
I'm creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four boy logo (logo)
Smokin' * rolled up
In a damn * getting high as
* eagle
and grippin dont slip
Hug on the pole
Keep grip or you dip
Life endin and shit
Life endin for nicks
Life endin by cigs
Light the end and then hit
One, hittin
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I
friends see you in ten, get dressed and grab your shades
And by the end of the night we always invite Mr. Jack and Mrs. Mary Jane
We just wanna feel that
Knock knock
Come in
You want to fight
I'm gonna win
I'll take you out
In a minute
Step in my flat
See what's in it
I live in the land
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
true, sir.
We're Who's who, sir.
I'm a Who and so is she
Mayor & Mrs. Mayor:
We're tiny little people blowing by in the air,
Wonder how and why
We're
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