Lyrics:
a gat
and these hoes, you can't love em
even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
but mind your own
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
the pound
Go get your clique, nigga
This nigga running with clowns
I'm a rich nigga, I get you clipped at cost right now
Niggas forget niggas as soon
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
the other guys, one seemed like a cock
I think it's gonna be like New Kids on The Block
I cant be bothered, cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I
sold Peedi Crakk
Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac
I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense
Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
Chirp
bid
For keeping real fathers away from their kids
These rappers talkin' real shit I lived
How many been married, divorced, their ex lady wildin'
And walk quiet like a ninja
I injure, beats so you can expect to go to Cairo
So I can practice checkin' that neck and got set
'Cause guess what I'm
the
Streets I lost my dad to
As a kid, Meek became acquainted with
Another of his dad's brothers
A pioneering local DJ known as Grandmaster
Nell if you were
on the radio
Teresa broke her neck just to say (hello)
I looked at her I said you must be foolish
Why did you ignore me on the way to school if you were
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
got you, when I spot you, got you
It's too late if you see me on your block uh
With my Glock cocked and call the doctor
I'm Rated R
My brain contains
then I got you sayin' that you can't go again
New Benz, few friends
Couple girls I just flew in (uh)
Listening to Loose Ends, wanna take my coupe for
a mathematician
Go and hit the block like a car collision
Niggas talkin’ money, you ain’t starvin’
Is ya? You start to lose weight like
There's poison in ya
So go
wrong if it's you doubting
With the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains
And only the heavenly father can ease the hurt
Just let it go and keep
About to take over your area, yo
Left to right protect the life guard my castle
When goin at you take it to the gats if I have to
It's
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
a block away
I ain't pessimistic but I dropped a couple knot today
Ooh, bet she call you not today
I told 'em all my lot is out
I know the dame like
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
You don't trap on the block if you don't live there (nah)
The trap be jumpin', and buckin'
The fiends they runnin', the money keep comin' (money)
I'm
Let's go
I go by "Weezy, the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get
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