Lyrics:
stop actin like niggas we can all clock figures
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y'all bitches stop actin
on mute
ain't no ridin with me
or gettin high with me
I be that nigga they call P'heno
out that 1 2 3 Ya heard me
chorus
[Mystikal]
huh
baby
shit is real? (Uh)
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?)
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make
to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain
the connect, but you ain't got the clientele ('tele)
You the hoax and niggas know it (know it), that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your
just loving it
That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches
That ain't for you dawg, that's for them other niggas
That ain't for you
boo's
Niggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like
These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really
I'm like really half a billi nigga
tripping a lotta
Shit been going on
That's why I keep it different I ain't
On the shit that no one's on
This for my real niggas
Take a rap and never squeal
you (ooh)
(Woo, ooh shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go
Fuck that, y'all stay, nigga, I'm finna go
You think you slick, boy, this Crip (Crip)
You ain't ready to take it
you hear
Is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They don't want to see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
a burpee nigga
Lyrical exercise
Right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe
Pipe down on the curb when you heard that I got these words
To the upper
Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin' cold-hearted
Probation, violation, incarceration
Frustration, you know
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts
shit bang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang
If you in that 600
neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts
too many niggas
"One, two"
Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Shit'll happen to me, I gotta let niggas know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into
You got all that, right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just
don't make niggas like me (they don't make niggas like me, they don't make niggas like me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
and shit
Think about that, she been around then right?
Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes man
Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out
For all that green paper by Jacob
He ain't nothing but a hater
These goons do it major
Khaled, let me get them
I done came from nothing
Only a buck 65,
This that rap god shit nigga
I rip every one of these motherfuckers down
Aye, rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah
Close eyes, see things
Fire up, tweaking
don't make niggas like me (they don't make niggas like me, they don't make niggas like me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
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