Lyrics:
Fit crazy, like I'm doin' lean ups and kush ups
Boy, you must have hit your fuckin' head and sniffed some good stuff
Never know the whip I'm in, my
on the block
Do the dew, don't cop from cops
Niggas ball to ball, push blow to blow
The nose knows, suckas just play the role
Roll with players, gangsters prey
Uhh (what?)
Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh)
My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac)
And me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec,
like Mountain Dew
Little country girl
So let's rock that honky tonk, can't stop, won't stop
Get you on the dance floor, better pull me one more
to be our row, on our way off. It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing
to Koch, it's Vaughn against the ninth graders
Haters, you fuckin' with cats who's heads are sharp as alligators
Pull out the ox cutter, dig in then I
Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected
Bust back two shots
at ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops
that drew glocks, but my 20/20
the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle
I swung with the blast, I've never been matched
I hop on the track like a jump rope
I come with the guillotine
talk on the phone (haha)
Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies
It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home, huh, huh (run in that)
Buddy, I'd do it
the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas
So who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil
hittin the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you off Head in your chest brain Dead
your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin'
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
pretty and petite
And all my bitches fuckin' foreign Talkin' crazy with the streets
I'm blowin' shit just by myself Cause I ride with fuckin' three
Man,
I'ma go to jail fuckin with that white bitch (no shit)
Always around to keep me paid
With some white girls on my team, I got it made
So if you down
A perfect life endowed to few
Take down the mountain, one rock at a time
Face your own worst enemy; free the mind
Those words don't criticize
They're here
used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with
the beginning of war
I let you know you dealing with dogs
My villians will finish you off
Head in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the express way
While I
Golden Arms
The booth with the ground wire
Where I control my empire, thugs call me sire
To roam my kingdom, you must spit fire
Bars of fifty, what
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
Die-ie-ie!
Pussy do not try try try
I slump him he go nighty night
He moving like a troglodyte
I up it in the fire fight
I'm sipping on this Mountain Dew
Got
with doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
So
the cold, wet earth
With my bare feet
Embraced by gray
Cold and wet, it involves my body
Another terrifying morning
I'm coexisting in the midst of this fog
Rock out that bitch with my brudda
She don't wanna give me lovin'
Fuck it we ball we stuffin
Pockets they fat like a pooh
Shout out that bitch
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your
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