Lyrics:
that's no pop quiz
Sitting in my Chevy smoking heavy
On the best bud get it from the source
Got the best plug
Watts California be my city
Till the death
I'm showin' off my pirate grill
To the baddies walkin' by me
Showin' skin because it's nothing
My little brother servin' molly 'cause
That bill due
a stash
Kelly got a house, big house on a hill
Kelly's so blessed, thick, yes XL
Kelly ain't-Kelly ain't got no chill
Kelly don't really give a fuck how
Sometimes I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I'm
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Dot, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes no more
Just calling
Sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy
But don't learn the hard way like I did,
the shit just spit now it's dirt
Death pressing ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work
Stand by the grand high exalted
At your door with
That's what I said when I got out my last deal
Some people can't relate
Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit
And when it's cold outside
That's what I said when I got out my last deal
Some people can't relate
Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit
And when it's cold outside
You're small mi-nute, gotta death to deal with aces up
You overbidded and in the Bridge you go stuck
This ain't a card game but in perspective it's
approach us
I, I I bury those cockroaches
And if you can't deal with my Kill at Will
Here's a new gift to get, try my Death Certificate
AmeriKKKa's Most,
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo, deuce
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin'
In my eyes homie stand for something
I love niggas
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboyz, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggas to death, we ain't
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
'bout mud in your sink
You like to mistake a street
Nigga for real nigga
The same nigga that kill with
You'll squeal with you
I deal with you like my son,
just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee
just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beatdown cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun, Judgment
your standards (get rich, rich)
Way too fat but she ain't got no manners (lil' bitch), uh
Hop on the stick, uh (hop on the stick)
Grant your wish, uh
favourite dishin'
Fish 'n' Spaghetti
For you to die, I wasn't ready
And life after death, ain't been so fresh
B-I-G, G-I-E
Still a motherfuckin' king
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
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