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you two cause food ain't what we struggling with
So honeybee, I flee that hoe
You know with fourteen percent on her phone
Like fuck you thought
She

My boy a stepper but he limpin' 'cause the chop on him
When it come to pistols, fuck a Taurus, we be Glock totin'
Couple two two threes hit his

walking with the sack
Call me the handler
Don't fuck around
I clean shit up just like a janitor
Ima hop right in the coupé
Damn they coming by the two
All

Cocaine we got walked out by folks in chains
Watching out for what we can't see like our kids is in the ocean plane
This music's like a coke exchange social

I got crossed by my homie that's closer than kin
I took a loss, go with my heart, I bet I won't again, no
On everything, money bring problems
But

Last Man Standing

Mr. Capone-E

Cholo Super Mix [Bonus DVD]

2004

That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you

Down South Players

Haystak

Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]

2000

a table for 20 players and mobsters?
Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleamin
Beepers beepin, cell phones ringin
(Hold up) This Haystak
(What you doin' later on?)

What you gettin' into? (yuh)
Perc' 10, I took two (yuh)
I don't wanna get money with you
Yeah, still clutchin' on my pistol
Hit slime for the missile

Last Man Standing

Mr. Capone-E

Hi Power Music: Music Videos and Soundtrack

2007

That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you

Last Man Standing

Mr. Capone-E

Mr. Capone-E and Mr. Criminal Video and Bangers, Vol. 2

2009

That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you

Last Man Standing

Mr. Capone-E

Chicano Rap Bangers

2005

That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you

with sweat,
but she be down with me since fetts vette (jets jets),
shes a hard drinka, a lollypop licka,
a pistol packing mama got me posed like

freed duke, let him know we still mobbing
Remember back then, we was jugging and robbing
I Block that boy right off my phone, Serge Ibaka
I'm about my

no rest, 
I was broke, called my cousin, he say pull up on me fronted me some dope, 
Hit the streets, 2 cell phones, pistol in my coat, 
But it was

on the phone two times a day
Pulled up to my house, they just did a raid
I was on Gang, never been a lame
Built for this shit
This the way I'm trained
I be in

Don't even call my phone
I'm in the Coope, yeah
A young nigga in the zone
Young nigga so high, I finna sky dive
Young niggas with me, doin drive bys
Pussy

and tell her hop in V
I had a shordie in the hills and she stayed on her own
When she miss me send them pictures to my cellular phone
Knew I wasn't with

show em all of my excellence

Fuck with lil shawty I know she a bad bitch
I got me a rollie now I need a patek
Two phones on my hip and I ain't even

in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code

Yeah, I grew up, I'm

walking in look at me he like who he?
Double kap I had that bitch on two knees

(Late up on the pay)
L-l-la-late up on the payment 99 finna fuck him up

don't give a fuck man"
"I just got my hand on two AR15s and a pump with a pistol grip, what's good?"

I'm bangin' out
If a nigga lay a finger on my head

tucking they jewels
'Cause they knowing we hold heat
Co-signed by the OGs
Computer nerds and parolees
They all know me
They all know I earned all