Lyrics:
alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what?
Hit 'em
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
none of my business
Nigga be steadily giving opinions
On shit that don't even concern 'em
I got a lot to get off of my sternum
I got a lot to get
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
On his way to dinner when it took him by surprise
And with one pull of the trigger he would vanish overnight
Dancing by the roadside, holding
as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
the name up, no Bread Gang, it's the Loaf (boyz)
Only reason I'm droppin' a mixtape is 'cuz I still give em hope (preach)
Perfect timin', flawless
as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em
hopped out, all my girls yeah, we look bad
By the end of the night we gonna shut ‘em up
Oh, what’s that you say?
Can you speak any louder? The more they
On his way to dinner when it took him by surprise
And with one pull of the trigger he would vanish overnight
Dancing by the roadside, holding
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug nigga
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my
He just wanted us to call him Captain Da
He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meant
Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
for mines its just me
No side on mines because I don’t need niggas
Switching sides on mines
Childhood friends become enemies
Don’t pay’em no mind
Do
And that would be just fine
If you take 'em away from the criminals first
I'll gladly give ya mine
And I don't mind payin' taxes
But it makes my temper
brighter than you
You girls mean business and I do too
Well I'm the enemy of treason
Enemy of strife
I'm the enemy of the unlived meaningless life
I
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
Bring the troops in
I'll fuck around and let 'em loose then
We'll give 'em blues then
Oh fuck it, call me Bobby "Blue" Bland
Aye you a fool man
da gat
Run inside, fire'em up or tie'em up
But don't forget to pick up da prize
And upgrade the?
If they don't give up da pies now
I would hate to have
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