Lyrics:
kisser, bet yo ass ain't rememberin'
They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissoring
So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman
Have K's out
stare
She just ain’t used to get spoiled
By a man who cares
Threw my mismatch socks on then
I’m walking in yo crib
Yeah my last girl buggin so I
Told her
stare
She just ain’t used to get spoiled
By a man who cares
Threw my mismatch socks on then
I’m walking in yo crib
Yeah my last girl buggin so I
Told her
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Yo they get smoked up fuckin
With these gangsta rappers
(These niggas ain't rappers P
They fuckin actors)
Might get locked up fuckin
With you crazy
the pool
Light up a Backwood, I'm back, hood
What's cracking? I keep a bad bitch with me, that's how I do it
Caked up like it's my birthday, nigga
niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like,
knocks (mhm)
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks (like that)
Niggas hop my fence to run from cops
Shit, I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas
that bitch" Me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggas out there messin' up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for
Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle 'til we come up
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa
Don't even speak to me dawg, if you ain't a real nigga
Them
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Hz's
Frequencies
Moving on God's Speed
Pissy Elevators in the Project Lobbies
Hood nigga in the Flesh
But the Mind Godly
Seen a lot of a Mobsters
A lot
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga like see doin' bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga, what?)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (haha)
Nigga, you can front
pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real
a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
That'll make any nigga, become a meal
wonder why niggas high and they robbin' folks
Ain't nothin' to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin' kick, when they
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Hey yo I'm higher than a pilot man
I'll cut your body man
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