Lyrics:
down by your sis
(yeah) ya'll niggas ain't have no chips
Ya'll little niggas don't belong on the 5th
Ya'll can't afford the shit that I sip
250
Money so I flew in you know this kid Juan
Got a sista named Chatan?
Live up in the Palms sellin'
Chronic by the tons) as ya mention
He got that woodgrain
All your girlfriends do is just gas you up
Taking all that, like they what's best for you
I'm done, giving you this gangsta love
Spending all this
tragic
None of my shit being done too much unfinished music
Guess that's what happen' when you dress to impress
They spreadin' false narratives
Gangsta rap
Uhn
Yup
BigDuke
Aye
I was raised by my momma and the streets
We ain't have no big homie
Kids looking up to me
I'll have my lil nigga pop you for
a round to make your ego start sinking (Drunken Dragon)
I send your wack ass back to class, learn something
So you can peep the real shit and you can stop
the house, the bigger the rock,
So corrupt and fucked, kids trying to stab their dad,
For beating on the kids, it's fucking sad,
Women trying to plot
of course you hate it, watch how we rise
Nigga I street talk, the gangsta' walk to be like this
Then I load 'em up, one by one shootin' don't miss
It's
the Ki's at?
Keep it easy, you don't want to get skeeted
All on this motherfuckin' room, nigga, boom
Lay down on your back so you can get it up soon
you niggaz sellin dreams
Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
'cause yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga
And if so, enough blood'll
wants to fuck with this
LPG droppin' gangsta shit
so any mothafucka wanna come and trip
low-pro wont hesitate to spit
(CHORUS) music endin'
holmes is cause you haven't meet me yet
So learn mothafucka or burn mothafucka
You die when you mess around 'cause fool this wop town
I do not give a fuck
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
And that's right man
Leave em layin in the cut
With they guts cut up what up
Put ya nuts up, on the shelf with no help
I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm
me
I don't say I'm lucky
I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself
And I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed
And I can't find the spray
Put
back up off that gangsta shit
Now let me hold up hold up
Let me hold up hold up
I just drunk so much drink I'm bout to throw up
Throw up
Now let me hold
for an empty soul that I can fill with love
Know I'm supposed to be a gangsta, lately, I just need a hug
I'm surrounded by some gangsters so I gotta
(Yung Lan on the track!)
How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this
raised in the zoo where niggas never played by the rules
Some nigga tried to play me back in high school
I fucked around and made the news
I never been
damages
But the six by nines, they can't handle this
I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck
This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up
Fake
talkin' about, "Pray", how do a gangsta pray though?
Let me know
4 AM in the mornin', havin' a Perc' attack
Niggas been sendin' me threats so I got
a hustler, so I wanted to sling
To live up to the name I claim
Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance
But I was grown, I didn't have sense
All I knew I
shake that feeling
Of that body to body
I'ma roll this Backwood, finna lick you so
Good, stroke you so fast, slow, fast, Slow
And I'm in your mind, I'm
Yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha
So high on life
She's tryna fuck me while he's tryna wife
And I'm 'bout to finalise this final fight (yeah)
Does she like me
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