Lyrics:
dead?
Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/
East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/
They got a benz but live in their
missin'
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns
(Turns, turns, turns, turns, and turns
My niggas grow and grow and grow
And gettin' dough
That's downright
Why we broke the bed
(yeah yeah)
Lipstick and all of you
Stays in my head
(yeah yeah)
Maybe that's the reason
They all call you drop-dead
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
a blockhead, that pop Lead, and got bread
WHAT you niggas Thought The west gon' stop cause Pop dead
Nigga not smigg, we just Begun I was rockin', Bathin' apes
the
Sess to kill the stress
Moved out west and I invest in all the best
Those who test will find a
Bullet in they chest
Put to rest by a brotha who was
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin'
My competition dead or in
it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em thoroughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
was Benson
It's the wild west, Red Dead Redemption
I need attention to what I'm sayin for the niggas that know I'm right
It's the size of the fight in
the best of me
I keep that heater next to me
I drop down to my knees and pray the lord just keep on blessing me yeah
I drop down to my knees and pray he
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
the temples of doom somehow we managed to bloom like blossoms,
By any means necessary said Malcolm, nights before battle we play dead
Like possums, mimimizing
Rhames
Or King James, hustlin', I sling game
Sting lames, this money makin' things change
I bless heads, push past the full macs
Left for dead, raised
Man you catching all 6
Blick em' leave em' dead nigga
Fuck that tough shit
Fuck your mama and ya bitch nigga
I'ma have them hoes sick
Go head drop that
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
pitching
You see, he was a rapper wit a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me Jack, you're sadly mistaken
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
don't even know me, said she love me so
She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho
If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up
Yeah you shake it like
Doubters trippin' on laces (yeah-yeah)
Down shift then I race bitch
Shit gorgeous it drop dead (yeah)
Enjoy the wind in a drophead (yeah)
Blows the wind
bout my niggas ina sky
Walkin outta club truth wit two bitches on my side
They both drop dead gorgeous bitch I think I'm gonna die
Money dont slow up
boys on da gang shit
Fuck the cops drop the opps
But this ain't a crime when that lane switch
You don't know my pain bitch
Demons and angels the street
know I know
Hey, took her to the west side
I knew I had to make her mine
Good girl took me by surprise
Had thoughts of making you my wife
But maybe it
with the deadbeats
Usually spited by my Goldilocks
While first movin' flocks I'm movin' drops
Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range
Two of the same
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