Lyrics:
still come out swingin' like Ron Artest, nigga ha ha
Is it the concrete or the walls?
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown,
They say we aint seen your face in the hood, we wonder whats good, why you aint around
Its too many haters, too many snitches
I just might put one
goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin'
hang round none of you niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin'
But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you
How you bitches let these bogus
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
a MAC-11 now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem
What's his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that
He's from and that's one
More gangster under
forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
Oh, my bad, slut
And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp,
Baby I'm a dog I'm a pitbull
I just get this money by the fist full
Fully automatic all my pistols
Had to cut her off but we still cool
Baby I'm
forgetting Sarah, Marshall" (Palin)
Oh, my bad
And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp, how
They waiting (Waiting)
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hoping they don't roll up on me
Cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me
I might be
the daughters missin' God and fathers
Never seen they loved ones 'cause they're prisoners fightin' fires
Oh, and I might be biased, but I feel God standin' by
you know 'bout poppin' out and tryin' to hit they face first?
They like Smurk, "Your ass be trippin', better put your case first"
Chokin' who? I heard
They waiting (Waiting)
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hoping they don't roll up on me
Cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me
I might be
Straight up, late nights mixed with early days
It'll probably be that way until the Pearly Gates
Stress weighing on me, they want me to nervous break
run in with the long arm of the law, I'm long gone
I'ma do five years, no less than that, no questions asked
So it might be a good idea to stop right
or their leg
So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
So now, no, my man, you must, you know, do your
"The good times can be a trap"
"Oh yeah?" "Hahaha"
"Oh, hell naw (yeah, yeah)
Not here" (Scheiße)
Check myself into rehab
Yeah, um
I might die
mid-March, I might make it rain 'til September
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
behind the fence they treated me like a prince
So much jewelry on her pussy gettin' tense
1017 the ones you don't wanna diss
And you can never be like
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
grabbed his bag
And from our vantage there's no one around him
You know, you wait for these things to end
But then you figure out it might wind up
He's
on this road and we can't stop working
I'm from
The Avenue
Where I'll be walking by solo
Stop and chunk a deuce at a cholo
Yeah I'm from
The Avenue
Where
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