Lyrics:
now I just need myself & a blunt in a Range Rover
Windows down
Buck you
Spin it with my left
Hit the gas with the kreps
Triple threat
Please don't
guess is best to let it live
Raw, authentic my etiquette is unedited
Get the credit for my pen and as an executive
My essence is testimony blessed by my
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty committed the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew
Buddies be cap like they worth bout a milli but really they worth a few bucks (Yeah)
Bitches so cap like they really so bad and they really be ugly
'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get
the preacher speaking for us, instead misleading all us
I see why money is evil, the shit we do for some bucks
Bet a dollar homie pop em for a dollar
Mama gotta
And if our lives ever cross paths in another life
I guess that means i survived being tossed aside
It took 2 days to fall for you
2 years to get over you
2
Wheezy outta here
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin'
I done did the jackin', now I'm
thought you knew
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up
iron now
Run upon 'em cock it back tie 'em down
If he try to move then I gotta lie him down
From why O aka Riot Town
I used to buy it,
Cook y'all niggas like we at multiple barbecues
Looks like you in the wrong place check ya molecules
My chick live with lavishness, she throw it back
hustlin', linen been crushin' 'em
Women been fuckin' them, huh?
You see I live for the love of the street
Rap to the ruggedest beats
Hall closet
change for no paper plus I been rich
Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em
Women been fuckin them HUH?
You see I live for the love of the street
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors
Could be your best friend, cousin, or brothers
I'll rob'em all, just to see who got the fatty stack
Walked
knewin' my crew alive
All up in the club gettin'
Buck with all my guys
Smokin' on the dance floor like
Dude we super high
Crashin' through the crowd we
live where all the little seagulls fly
See, baby, I'm so high
All I need you to do is just shut up and ride
Me an' Mac is just two
Niggas from the same
the only playa they want to stick a buck through
Prematurely ejaculated mom's one little girl
2pacalypse ain't the only nigga up against the world
Can't live
restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood
might guard him
with my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'fore we take off
wearing all black, but then you scared of me
I blame it on bigotry
Blame it on anybody that fuck with me
And live to tell the story
Wish em well
I'm
chain on her
No free high, the hoochie couldn't find two
Even though she popped that coochie like the hole from 2 Live Crew
So if you bump into this
saw her kingdom
It was time to head home, I knew that I had missed 'em
So I waved my crew along, watched 'em sail away distant
When I stepped down off
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