Lyrics:
Daughters and my daughters in no particular order
I leave 'em layin' up out the water wit straps to protect they ball up
'Coz I call it
I need some
wit it i been getting to it .. up in killa city gotta keep a tool
Killer rules living by the streets barley any peace so we throw
talkin' money
But I will keep you wit a smile, and walkin' funny
So what's it gon' be?) Yo, what you mean? (What to do?
You want the nigga wit
talkin' money
But I will keep you wit a smile, and walkin' funny
So what's it gon' be?) Yo, what you mean? (What to do?
You want the nigga wit
nigga we was riding (What happened?)
Would've fired on him to if he ain't start firing
Run up on my shooter's don't cha try it
Hot metal in ya chest then
that truck
Me by my dolo im ski masked up
Them niggas goofy they don't want no bump
They know what's up, when I Hit the mall
Ducking that shit,they
got em
Never really gave
A f*** about em
Pull up on the block
Headshot
Red dot em
Old Master P
No Limit
Get Bout It
All my n***** wit the bull****
Pull
it can't get no worse
What you niggas want
Wanna talk slick
Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit
Who you fucking wit'
You and your weak clique
now, fuck wit me now
I been throwin seeds in the ground fuck wit me now, fuck wit me now
It's Evo, I'm back
Stay hittin, a la Riddick Bowe
Goddamn slam
up at the Texaco, now
What you call that? You went in pain
How I get in it wit' you? I'm wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11
Fall
I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail
Evil Eye
Ay, ok
Pull up in a foreign yeah
Ay ay yeah yeah
Ay, ok, Evil Eye yeah
Pull up in a foreign
You know that I’m wit it you know that I’m wit
She wit' it, I'm wit' it, she wit' it, I'm wit' it
She wit' it, I'm wit' it, it's mine, she don't get it (yo)
Fuck all night when I'm on that E
I got it (I got it)
I want it (I want it)
I own it (I own it)
I'm on it (I'm on it)
Let's get it (Let's get it)
I'm wit' it (I'm wit' it)
Your
consciences
And its fucking wit you (tripping)
I aint tripping on them niggas
Or them bitches either (yea yea yea huh)
Headshots for the nigga
Who was
know how I got rich
Woke up to a hit. Fool had the trap with the stu Equip
Really didn't know what to do with it
Then keep it on the low was the fools
2Pac and it's fuck the law
Cash out on a foreign, I don't care what it cost
It came wit' a horse, she hear the exhaust
I got me a check, went
wit a good vibe
Im a hood nigga wit a good vibe
Im a hood nigga wit a good Mind
(Bitch)
Imma Good nigga wit a good heart Dowm to my last still give it
Takin' mah time I ain't rushin' what I'm a do wit it
Killin' these versus they know dat I'm a foo wit it
In mah city young niggas a hit da news wit
still fuck wit' you no matter what you do
I'ma always love you too
She say she love me and she love
Me and she jus' wanna kiss me
She like I tell
weight
You doin' shows down hear
But you can't go up state
Now what it do
I tryin' to leave wit you and you
I'm 20 deep, I ain't tripping bring ya crew
I
the money
Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin
holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt
a roll it up
And I'm a light it up
I'm in the district
Downtown
By the Trump
With some ratchet hoes
That I only chill wit
When I'm high and drunk
And we
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