Lyrics:
niggaz supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free
Buss a nigga head
Smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I
Wasn't much but it was some hadda hustle to get high
But that all came down crashing in spectacular fashion
You all dont really know who I am
You only
Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute
Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game
and ain't know the time
I suck the life out your
I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man, yaknahm'sayin?
Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg
I thought you was my homie man I guess
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it, ho, but you can blow me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose
down babes, you can't handle me"
I done drills with S and I bang with B (Yes)
Remember country days, I was slangin' B (I did)
Prang (Uh)
I know why them
of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo,
{N O R E
Where my skateboarding niggas at?}
I know you heard, know you heard
I know you niggas heard
Know you heard, know you heard
I know you
of known 'cause I thought I heard crickets
In your neden, but I ain't sayin nuttin though
I ain't sayin nuttin till I'm done nuttin, ho
And know I'm like
Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it
Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock price
ain't afraid of me
So I'm gon' ride on they hood
Leavin' nuttin' but obituaries til they get it understood
You know that Squeak-Ru capped em
I wantcha
dressed as men
Tryin to be your friend and baby watch out
Don't take a step unless you
Know which way you're goin
Times are gettin lonely but I'll be
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
flipper, flip-a-rhyme-a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you talkin' on my zipper
I wanna know who's been naughty or nice
With
of indo!
I'm tripping on the people controlling the airwaves
Got it going on, you know it all, but God save
Your ass for clashing with the Soul Assassin
nuttin' but trackies, TNs
My niggas are able to end your weekend
Too cold
You're better than who, bro?
I phoned up Abz, he got two bookings
He's moving
Yo 'Pac
That's right, hehehe
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Yeah
Niggas just wanna know
If you
Space, Age-in baby
Right right right right
One time
Beyotch
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
From
Yeah, Griselda i just wanna be myself
Know what i mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other niggas
Fuck these niggas by the way hahaha, yeah
I
Ugh...
You hear that?
There's that sound again
You know what that means
It's CHRISTMAS
You can tell by the excitement in my voice
That' I'm looking
fast ho's (the fast life) fast cars
That's right you know (the fast life) who we are
The click (that's the way that we live) p.i.m.p
So what cha wanna do
BRAINS OUT
If you've been there, you know what I'm talkin about
Gettin over tops my agenda
The easy way out, is to jump out of a window
But that's
wake ya drop it
SCC's in the house to the ho's you
better hide that ass cause these niggas want to do you uhh
i guess it's time for a drive-by
you want
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