Lyrics:
Nigga I'm from BPT
West Side, West Side
TTP, one block, one block
400, Spruce Street
What y'all doing?
Nigga kill off all beef
I'm a West Side with
'bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote gang flags breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, upping it, we spray
Gang shit that dope, yeah
Not that nigga you want beef with
Pull up, I’m right on that three shit
Draco, the stick I creep with, yeah
No, I’m not giving’
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
Exotic cars, exotic stick, you know what we on
Patek and a Presi' and it's two tone, yeah
I'm in the kitchen burnin' opp beef up
Yes, I listen, that's
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe
So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps
feel the temperature babygirl a rydah she even hold the Dillinger slow motion from the back while I'm drilling her should relax knowing we a couple
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
One time
Yo
Never liked son from day one bring you tool
That nigga stick you and play dumb hate a bitch ass
made the Car Flip...
She bringa whole new meaning to stick shift... She going back to kiss her man, she on some sick shit .. Growin up, I took Lz was
play with my name like I'm gon' stop
I only stayed in this game cause there's no pac
And I'm not finished popping up a few opps
Dillinger and Young
of Shaton don't play
So the family sticks together and we never betray
Nah fuck that
Fifty-two pick up, no cops around
Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't
mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
And when I see you I'ma
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I
is beef (Bitch)
Catching all this bodies am steph curry with the three
Cadaveri hai miei fianchi perche giro con la stick
Weiii eii Got to keep it
FUCK with dis
Doin hits with more clutch, than the stick, so COME ON
Chorus: Treach
I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" Find the phony
Past the mass,
rocking
Gang gang since potty train I'm in the booth w the stick rn
Aye aye
Okay you talking like you bowser but I'm super sayain Dillinger
Know you feeling
the grim reaper
By the time I'm done with this shit
Niggas gonna need new genres bumping through the speakers
Stick 'em, stick 'em, what? Stick 'em, stick
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the fuck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off,
gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap
So I get past all that by kicking straight up facts
There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef
If you
rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by
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