Lyrics:
by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's comin'
Got hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', I keep me some blue racks
If it's your comma, it cost me a couple of commas, I got it in two days
I'm smoking designer and I got designer all on me
Shit on my waist it get hot like some coffee
Nigga don't play if he play then we off em
How much
Phi
Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill
Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will
I'm shit hot, I drop like sex in my
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
I wanna spend some time with you
Yeah
We've had several ups
And several downs
And I'm
none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin rocked, yo E, cock
ahead I'm Proceeding with a caution
Two different bitches right now I got options
Do it by faith I ain't using my conscious
Talk to me dirty turn me
shit sweet till it ain't
Big body amg take up two lanes
She think I'm chief keef all I want do is bang
These niggas can't fw the shit that I paint
All
time I got jumped on the porch
Hit the oldest one with the one two, bink bink
Other one ran up, left his ass right there on the porch
Hell is you
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
a little compensation for my day, a small
reward. See I never do much really, I don't like being intimidated by some people but
occasionally it can happen. I
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home
on the edge
[Repeat]
Verse 2
Look at the shit that I do
Then look at the shit that you never get through
I’m swimming in pussy like 2 Live crew
Real life
a hoax, and your crew reppin a dude who is nada
These fools wearing Prada
And designer
Tryin to live a life sweating rappers like a sauna
But you, do you,
thing we have in common
Is that we some get money niggas (Hate)
[Bow Wow]
Holy shit look at the life I live (Damn)
I used to be broke like ligaments
some of my crew been hurt
My mind need a touch I roll a touch up while I'm walkin
I take a step for step dolo Dutch and my toilets and my cells
Can't
a player so I guess I'll play the part
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why she had to pass me by
I reminisce over my ghetto
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
blackberry's new beepers (text mail)
And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)
It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)
It's four inches for my shoe divas
truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew
wrong)
[Chorus: x 2]
You might be.. (what!? what!?)
You might be gang related!
[Verse 2]
Do you wear a hatchetman?
You in a gang and yo ass
Talking....
Yo
True Story man,
um..I was showing the record to some people from out of town right.
And they was like "yoyo ya stuff on fire man,
ya
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