Lyrics:
some shit i do for fun
Come ask that that but when i'm drunk
I ain't smokin' wit no punk
I'm walkin' in this how i come
You- you can't fuck wit nun of my
buck in yo' head while you beg on your knees, uh
Plenty of bustas been put in the morgue
And they chillin' down in the cold freezers
Teflon
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
my rhymes
So you know its Minnesota till I die so you better count me in yo top 5
You stupid if you tryna count me out its best for the people
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
style flop, your child play is amateur
Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb
I get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole room
Wear green
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
in Virginia
The just can't stand when its all up the screen in the center
I be wit Pimp, we be pimpin
San Francesco to Memphis
I cut the baddest
fell in love her with her attitiude
Thick around the edges turnin skinny I'm the one she lose
Cuban link diamond rings, and Yo hoe an accessory
If he run
Paul}
Yo yo yo Hypnotized motherfuckin Mindz productions up in here you heard me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin 6 bitch {echoes}
the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought
Niggas
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo
As far as I can see
You right in front uh me
Filter off high self esteem
Maybe the baddest I've ever seen
She walkin Chanel
She talkin Chanel
Chanel
up like Gotti
Rest in peace to my dawg, Shotti (yeah)
Still grimy (grimy, nigga, yeah)
Still slimey (slimey, nigga, yeah)
Don't try me (don't try
Broke the bank
Broke the bank, I took a flight I met the met plug in Houston, Texas
Coped a brick, now I'm in route & I been juggin snow in Memphis
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
her mine I want someone just like her
I was mesmerized by her booty
I said right then that I was making her my duty
I, I really, really wish she
run it back
If you don't get it
You don't love me
I feel it
And that's why
I'm keepin my distance
Get to explaining yo self nigga
Be turnin me up
In my
the Chi
And plus we got them player-ette flirters in the Chi
Now the moral of the story is cuff yo bitch
'Cause hey I'm black, handsome, I sing plus I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Ren-incarnate
Dropping West coast shit in every motherfucking state
Motherfucking legend, y'all niggas be knowing
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on going
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
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