Lyrics:
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
if these red bottoms fit you
I'm doin' numbers, Sremm goin' bonkers
Blasts bustin', better run for cover
Drapped up, I might run for governor
I
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
you alone and end up a mess
I can tell by the smile on your face
When we chillin' together, you know it's the best
If you rockin' with me, you gettin'
Pistol bustin' and mean muggin'
Get up out the way my armored heavy family huntin'
Cause ain't nothin' gonna stop us from rollin'
Rap flow and the strap
a
Killer, well, motherfucker, come show me
I already sent the youngin through
There bustin' his 40
Nigga shot up your whole block and
He hit one of your
girl and my bodyguard bitch
Your main chick fascinated by my body art trick
10 times out of 10 she's a 10
In the Benz got twins in the Bentley
And I
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet
up in Shorty G kitchen
Lost your damn mind you was all in my mentions
Tell your baby daddy to stay out of my business
Put in dat work I'm known in my
Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes
I'm
Slangin narcotics
I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product
Heiron he shot it
Into his veins
Got it by sellin everythang
what praisin God is all about, is doing your passion. You know, it's not useless, worthless ritual, you know, monotonous ritual, where we just show up
wit much as I blew up yo car
Leave yo body all ripped and blown
Like K-Roc hittin that Abatrois
Bodybags in front of yo street
Blown out skulls
and, New Years 'ill come we
Bustin guns off the roof (you got that)
Cause, we pissy drunk up off that 100 proof
(twisted) plus, we pitchin packs jus
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night is different pussy since my girl left me
And I
livin' it
This is somethin' that is more powerful
Than I've ever known
I gotta really hone my home
I gotta sharpen up the sword
So I can rake through every
disappear
Risk is fear's bitch
If ya give it dominion
In my humble opinion
Isn't much in the game with the hustle Dub claims
Comin up was bustin' at the gates
come up on a grip
Shooting shots, bustin' out the clip
Yea, got me pouring drinks everyday
That won't make the pain go away
They can't even look me in my
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
RAPPER: Ha ha, Scritti Politti gettin' busy
Most definitely Lee Majors with the flava
Notify all your neighbours on ya pager
We bustin' it down just
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
it
They've been kicking down doors and bustin' out flows
They can't get me on the phone so they surprise me at my shows
And everybody needs a loan
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