Lyrics:
me something
Me and my niggas we be stuntin
If you move too quick we'll flush him
Put a forty on the end just to bust him
Drop a bag on yo head all
bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo
They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo
Let's get ready to rumble!
Shit sparks,
and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
(For real?) Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three
no tellin' what I do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chop their bodies and them too
Bury 'em in the backyard
Use they blood to fill my pool
Fill it
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth,
a porcupine how sharp am I?
But niggas wanna bring out the dark in I
But me I'm so bright I keep walking by
Keep barking hater yeah ya talk a lot but me
I'm
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
of them Crystal bottles
I pop that and I'm bout to go and find me
A new mall to shop at
I'm out the heart of the hood
Niggas like to bust heads and look
Iraq Island)
Rikers Island Rikers Island
(Iraq Island)
Yo Listen to me
Young thug this is some advice
You do a snake you be payin' the price
drive
If it's West then you came to settle, no jive
Yo B, yo God, yo Son, y'all ain't real
Yo Money, y'all cats be frontin - what the deal?
It's a,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
a sweater already
Keep your leather, we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it?
(You know it like a poet, my
I'm cockin' 2's
Bust up in yo grill now I'm boppin' chews
Yuh yuh
Tennis shoes
I ain't got no time for no Betty Boos
Talkin' like the Donnie from
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
droppin the top and yes it's mine and gul it's new too
Sign yo' grill wid dis
Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis
Crushed velvet diamond
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Me too, Me too
Gunz yo
I keep one in my pillowcase
It keeps me safe when I sleep
Still I keep awake
What if my dream girl
with come near me
Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
I ain't no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times
Put a nigga in a blenda
Bust out yo guts with this four four revolver
Oh you ain't know that's my fucking problem solver
Watch how fast I blast lil whooda
With cha bitch ass
mill backed up by The next nigga grill
Build me an hand hand I'm gonna play it right
To choices to rock the mic on my all night flight
One way
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie
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