Lyrics:
and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
Cos if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
Cause you'll get them things put
THE AIR)
Bust down, bust any mic you hand to me
I'm Fitzroy nigga (what) First Family
Mo P's, guns mo' bigga
B.K. up in this bitch, what nigga?
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
style
static never had any so I'm packin a black
automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
down on wax,
I wake up in a room and realize I'm insane again
This is the fifth time straight in a year I've ended up in here
Eating p.b.j's and watching
drinking juice
And K drinks only soda
But E eats everything
Yeah E eats everything
He's eating in a moving car
He's eating upside down
He's eating
down
We got K's for that (bang bang)
Im stuck up in the street
Bitch Im really thuggin
Cars black n niggas snitchin
I ain't trusting nothing (watch out)
the ghetto
Keepin it retro-spective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the d-low
[Chorus]
[Ol'
the southern region
I pledge of allegiance to my niggas not breathing
We all still breathing screaming S.U.C.
And that's the story mafios, and P-A-T
Niggas
some, you can come bring it right here
(worldwide choppers)
Can't clown me
Don't come 'round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me
(K
Running up bands with a nympho
Bitch make a trick lay down like a kick door
Big hemp rolled full of indo
You can smell it when you walk by a nigga
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
down the way, you know--around the way
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, shit
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
Uh huh
You already fucking know
It's about that time
You ready
Mercy's for the weak nigga
A k's in my jeep nigga
Blacked out when I creep nigga
New
ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in
write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
You to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
He teach us how to win
Brick by brick
He lay down the blueprint
I know they doesn't want to give him his credit
So I'm here now and going to dead it
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' for a fragrance
Yeyo, Yeyo, he wanna sniff the yeyo, flying saucer on the house
In the casa just to lay
lights low and they movin' slow
They windows way down, layin' down, what they shootin' fo'
T.I.P., the West side Warrior
So you should know that
hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
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