Lyrics:
disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
My new name from now on, don't even call
I'm back
For a pretty penny I'll snap
And if you ain't gang I ain't gettin on yo' track
He a loser
Boy that nigga never win
Every time I walk by all she
platinum
Jumped out the hummer nigga with the fist to mack em
This is a parking lot pimping and bitches
I slap 'em holla at my nigga E-40
And we gap 'em
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
and every fucking concert
there's
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Hook
Verse 4: [Eazy-E]
I got beat for the street
To tha beach I'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling
40s I'll be holding
[Chorus: x2]
I come through in somethin real foolish
And they like, boy you a fool with it
And he like, boy you a fool with it
And she like, boy
the fools kept steppin
jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma ride
i got front back, and side to side
then i let the alpine play (play)
pumpin new shit by
need some money
Hungry for this rap shit, phony, oh no, not this
Wanted by tha po-po's, they won't get me, I'm too swift
Dip off to tha Cliff, K-Roc
On west 7 mile, you know, swinginh the herb
Fool, I know who that is
Who you talking about kicking in some DOORS?
Santa, SANTA CLAUS!ho Ho
Ho everybody's
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
devils don't go to heaven
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by
Either be a book
The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh
It-wa it-wa it wa it was......
It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit
Stop bullshittin'
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
And every fucking concert
There's
her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I'm bailin'
Out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is
Some skins and a 4-0
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if
crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we
crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
chicken nights how's nice
Rule out, silk low valley, Mafia crew house
Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out
Rollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
SUC been wreckin since niggas was doin the cabbage patch
E.S.G. M O E droppin the verse A to the Z
Demolish your muthafuckin AK leave it cocked up
E-40 and The Click wid it
He sucker MC better know about it
I make your girlfriend hoe about it
I make a muh'fucka know about it;
somebody better
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