Lyrics:
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
to school, come up
I had the whole playground chewin' all my gum up
You know what I'm sayin? Playin still to the chest
And I was the best, playin'
bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
me, packin' a 380
And fiendin' for my Mercedes
Suckers scatter but it don't matter, I'm a cool shot
Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got
Cuz they don't bother me (ha stop)
Nigga I'm always strapped I
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas
talk to strangers (no)
It's big 1-0-1-7 and I keep one in the chamber (1-0-1-7)
Lot of niggas angry that my cash went up a level (a level)
I'm
toared my jabogs as I hopped the fence
Blood on my tongue taste it, son I was big off Remi
Even run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don't let
the clown
mo flo joe n jp
Boi black n da corner slp savage carter rolling up a sweet
Patchwurk n da booth spitting fire
Smoked out das we vibe
I'm slushed out
Before we spark the pipe bombs and blow the niggas shit to side
Raise up off they block poppin' gizzun in a big fight
All out non stop riders until our
a few toys like a happy meal
All black AMG
Wood grain on the dash by the steering wheel
Tinted windows can't see
Run it up let's get the cheese
Im him
for ten to my closest friends
Rolling back to H-towm big body Benz
hook
[7] - Houston Texas cowboy wit a dime and a fiesta saddle
And I'm moving
to packin'
We got big boy money, you countin' them fractions
Clone ass niggas keep bitin' my shit
Stupid ass hoe, quit calling me, bitch
My nigga pull up
nigga
I go downtown with you
I'm a big bar spitter
I'm an outside hitter
By the age of 21, I'll be making six figures
You can't fuck with me, nigga, you
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
on the mic, and blacken your lungs
I keep my girls close like I'm packin a gun
By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung
A callabo, I don't see it happenin
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
doing no shows im going up
For that north ima stand on
The phone with rook
Pussy nigga get took ima big thug
Nigga say he a gangster then line up
Ain't no
wack, please just fade to black
I keep k and a Mac-10, please don't get caught lacking
No, I'm always packin', I just got some packs in
Too in love with
where I grew up
Straight up out the sewer like penny wise
Right now I'm standing on this billion dollar enterprise
Surrounding by some wise guys
I'm so
when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got
Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin' big shit, yeah, I'm the one
Lock in the pots and we
Beat 'em off
as an investment,a sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert,or either on me boy I'm known to tote a desert.i sacked a ounce up before I sold a record,he want a brick
as an investment,a sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert,or either on me boy I'm known to tote a desert.i sacked a ounce up before I sold a record,he want a brick
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