Lyrics:
Durk on
Who the fuck is you? Mike Jones
Four-five Glock break bones
Can't see broke niggas, Ray Charles
I'm in to trappin' out the bando
Can't run
Up in the double are (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?
Don't
em know how real this is
M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P wit bounty killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q-U-double-E-N-S, my bomb
M O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with heroin
control by at the four-point
North of Mobile, yeah, it’s not too far
By an old cotton field where you can park your car
The beer’s always cold, it’s all you can drink
And it
thoughts in ya mind drop a yo
came in the front but you be kicked through the back door
for tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect
tryin to play the left,
to fight fair
Blew up and grew up to be your worst nightmare
Nigga I thought you knew
That I wasn't the o-n-e, been bangin'
And givin' up the hood since
on my hip
That mean I don't ever slip
Run up on me, I'ma whack a nigga, clap a nigga, skate off in the whip
Gucci, foreign, she the drip
Fifty-five
on the pimping mode
Unfadable 'cause I'm D-double-E-P
AMG be catching niggas slipping constantly
And hoes wanna ho, with a niggerole like so
And after I trick,
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditioning
And you can't see b- the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blaring the system in your
the backwoods
You know I got all this lean in my liver
Fuckin' her on the first night
I swear to god I never
Took that bitch to dinner (Dinner)
Bitch, you are
Intellectual property
Of creative minds
Real eyes
Realize
You and I
Punch between
The lines
E MC
We beats
To the beat
B boys break
To the beat
Hip Hop words
trying to get knocked
So thy know how I be if I go to jail
Emile and Kaslo posting my bail
And then I come back like what thee hell
Double E F
Homeboy come
where you are
You're with a star
Bitches screamin' they want that old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
With some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known
a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in hell
Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa
This ain't B.R., no
Its S.C., C.E.O., the next Lyor
No, the next leader
you'd complain that he's insane
He'd be so complimented
Don't touch that dial!
Go hog wild! Let's All Get Demented!
D-E-M-E-N-T-O Doctor Demento!
run up more
I won a hunnid K, shootin' dice, ten to four
Playin' poker, put the sack up, go all in (go on)
Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai
If
(chaa)
I ain't tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa)
40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit (chaa)
Eat, drink and be merry
a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in hell
Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa
This ain't B.R., no
Its S.C., C.E.O., the next Lyor
No, the next leader
guy number 1
E to the S to the P to the N
Is all I watch cause I'm the man
If my team loses I'll be mean all night
If you tell me to relax we'll get
Hook
(Blanco Verse)
I don’t care if you got a F-150 or a Dodge Hemi. We just lift that b***h up in somethin like a Chevy. You know how we want it,
I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on e
Or a double stack better nigga double that
Jerry Jones money nigga you a running back
Herschel Walker, Bo Jack,
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