Lyrics:
a do it for a Perc (thirtyyyyy)
I'm With the pure
This is all family
We is not a gang
But OnaGang boa we got mo Thangs
Den we got names
Foenem ride with
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin' names
And you gon' stop getting dropped and mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang, just keep me out of it
My
brighter than the sunshine
The apple of my eye, I got butterflies when I arrived in NY
Surprised by the high rise, catch me outside tryin' to survive
spleen real quick
If you fuck with my regime Uvogin might
Drip sauce with the spice
When ya hear the genjutsu
Get lost in the vibe aight
And I've been
Getting roudy
While the mirrors getting cloudy
Got one by the bed
One on the ceiling
He gone have to
Dose off
When I give him the feeling
He said baby yo
[Verse 1: Mykill Miers]
Yo, some people change like the season change
you can be type o' brothers to do different thangs
then they want
thang mayn
I make them bitches oochie wally, while my thugs oochie bang bang
Maintain, my name up in this dirty rap game
Like M and Dre did, me and be
featherweight bro
Free my brother krazy never putting down that pistol
Yall don't even be outside camping like a tent
Thug it out all by my lonely I don't gotta
fifty seven bow wow
Something that you never heard's right here,
Nina hella clear, never no fear
Love for the flow in I, am I gonna die by the polizei
Everybody be hatin' like we Bonnie and Clyde
Intellectual thug, the only nigga by my side
Between me and you let's keep it one on one
Check them hoe's
Yeah
See am winning cause i gat you by my side
Yeah
Got alot of pretty ten's for the night
Nails did,White covers
They just wan gimme head
Ain't tripping
thugs cup
By the end of the night after the session man I'm zoned fucked up
It's an everyday thang we just let our nuts hang
Keeping them suckers outta my
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
shot by Cupid
Man man I'm the man
But ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands
With no wedding band or best man
Don't blame us for visions
[Chorus]
I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip, we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my
They say I'm a ghetto man, they call me a ghetto bastard
They say I'm a dope dealer, they say I'm a money snatcher
They call me a ghetto thug, I
caused
By a typhoon higher than a Jetson
No cartoon flyer than Aladdin’s rug
Skubi denim so its plus signs on my butt
Designer is just what I prefer
I
Move Muthafucka move Muthafucka
Move move move Muthafucka
Move Muthafucka move
Should I
Come with a style that you niggas love
Gangstas on that
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
See I pull
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
half thug
Half crazy, half hazey puffin on them drugs
Half dizzy, half sizzy, sippin' on syzurp
Half rich, 'cause you know ya girls a hustla'
I got
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