Lyrics:
zip-lock him, you dick hoppin'
Every week you with a different crew
You rattin' if you brought the witness through
Get a buck fifty, like it's ten of two
comin wit dat drama that you can't even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you can't even duck
Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
I tote this
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
Done lost they lives to this
Got me on this survival some type of AK rider
Na I started with thug
A thug with a heart
Took a trip with some
live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
Nigga
[ VERSE 2: Jayo Felony ]
You must be on caine, speed, water, weed,
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you get nonsense
You even talk say fakers dey out there
Out where shey where you
live you
Inside gutter
I sure say Bamo go scamper
Main cata cata scatter yakata
This no be beef talk
Cus if na em we go be topic wey market women
Go dey
live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by Ya who up by the corner
Told Ya, that's where I want to so long a nigga a boner
Ya think
Before we talk about factoring the
Sum of two squares, let's do a quick review
Hello?
Keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keep-keeping dumb
Square
Fuck, watch how I kill 'em
With the funky rhythm
I'll bomb if you don't feel 'em
Piranhas in 'em
Feed my persona as I get deep as Nostradamus
I'm
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
(Rodney on the track)
Long live Da Baby
It's when times get hard
You gotta stay down, stay focused
Keed talk to 'em
Ridin' with a Drac' in
cunts everywhere
Biggest loser making two hundred thousand bucks
I wanna get out of this world, what the fuck
Mate. ya made some money from doin nothing
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
up and get buck
Get out my way, fo' I spray
I'm tryin' to live up
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight
Since a little kid, wished to be fly (yeah, yeah)
Here's what I did, start to get high
It's hard where I live, just to get by (But I'm a dreamer, I'ma
enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
im on bout two is
you thuggin is your rollin i say how bout you?
i done mixed the ninja turtle with a lil grey goose
now im bout to transform cuz im
Still die by yourself so why keep you a crew
They stay looking down that’s the reason I grew
Don’t need me a homie don’t need me a boo
I'm in tune with
come on out wit’ your hands raised
Give ‘em praise ‘cause He reigns forever
If you accept Him as savior, we can reign together
According to 1 Peter 2
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