Lyrics:
thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle
My paper propel, won't lay in a cell,
a youngin' all my niggas back home
Best believe that they dumpin'
All my niggas no band
But them niggas drummin' whoa damn
Aye, if you feel what I'm sayin'
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
'bout a cage 'cause
We blinded by the ice if I ever fall off
Then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice
But the smell's a little off
If
checkin ten-ten winds a.m.
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'm in your grill
G59, the misfit's
Swervin' and I'm fucked up, servin' time
I'm locked up
Chopper sprayin', Mack truck (bop, bop, bop)
You live a life of bad luck
All my
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
around you would die for you?
I'm not bein' funny but if I come through there sprayin'
All them niggas turn to 4 wheelers
Honestly, truth be told, YSL
[Chorus: x2]
Its hustle time Texas
I do this for tha streets
Grindin' wit no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need ta cease I'm evadin'
) they claim/
i'm a head of tha game /
'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/
Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260
the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
bitch I'm
Still living lavish
Got a 45 in my lap we can manage
Xanax by two, I keep taking
Brand new, AK it keep sprayin
Rush in my trap, make it raining
I'm going nuts I need to one up someone is my love (Hijacka jacka jacka jacka)
C'mon c'mon gimme some contact, we can stay in contact
C'mon c'mon gimme
a nine or five or I'm just posted by the store
Yeah they pocket watchin' so keep your money on the low
Yeah them jackas and robbers they gon' be knockin
You ain't wanna hold me down
What goes around gon' come around
Tell him I'll go another round
Now when I'm by myself (myself)
Cold heart, it don't
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like Keenan
the Chinese embassy
Copped the Corona cure, NO WAY lemme see
My brain is kinda slow like the Internet Explorer
Got Le Monque by my side like I'm Dora
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
now
Niggas just sprayin' now
I don't know shit, I ain't do it
I just rap, I influence
They just wanna know what I'm doin'
Made it out the hood, I'm
lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town, choppa bullets sprayin' 'round
Tell that pussy, "Pick you up", by night, he still be layin' down
I'm
the only ones who up at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a f***
It's all said and done
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