Lyrics:
wit out cha
So who is you, I aint fallin a victim to
These weak minded no soul havin puppets who
Would sell they soul for the benz or the beamer
But
ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
fuck the judge fuck the court and every
before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy
You wide open, you start smoking wit' ya girl
She nigga bashing saying you don't need
else wit' it?
(Haha)
I mean, she wit' it like that?
Yeah, you know
Ain't no bullshit?
You get the whole Reservoir Dogs squad and shit, it gon' be AD
the looks that made me wanna fuck her harder, grabbed me by my head, she was moanin' and prayin', opened up some more, and fucked her in the ass. The bitch
else wit' it?
(Haha)
I mean, she wit' it like that?
Yeah, you know
Ain't no bullshit?
You get the whole Reservoir Dogs squad and shit, it gon' be AD
The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy
You wide open, you start smoking wit' ya girl
She nigga bashing saying you don't need
ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll wit' us, pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us
[Repeat 1]
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
This is only the beginning, you
but you already late
Bad bitch, nice body, cute face
Win the race, I doubt if you niggas place
I ain't get this far by mistake
What you dream of, I
a toll I don't
Know who you are no more
Walter white
Sacrifice
They wanna take my life
But they don't see the signs
Made my name off the pack I sold
focused
No emotion
Don't throw a fit
Money over emotion
Cut the bullshit, boi you know you sell bolongia
How the fuck is that yo boy and he don't keep it
Kaine - 2X]
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
ain't no cool-aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose (that grey goose)
[Verse 1: Kaine]
This
right now
Oh shit! I jumped in the wagon
No more laggin', I'm taggin'
This Bitch there on a wing pole, make ya lose control
I showed up, I rang
we just strap more, pack more
No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door
This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants
You niggas
or related to thugz I'm guilty
[Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
at you now
And the kids in the parks start lookin' around
Like, "Mommy come here, look, look, look what we found"
Wit' me it's more intense, nigga
So
Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my niggas
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-body, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(I don't want to party wit' you) hell naw
you crossed up
An niggaz get you crossed out
I can't hang and bang wit y'all no more y'all niggaz flossed out
An papers what I'm all about
It's down
as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent
So fuck the bullshit I'm Audi
I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy
I'm gonna make it god damnit
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