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and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
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with the sweeper
Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big heaters
Blow ya three times leave a mark like
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gotta big up the underdogs
One day we'll have the upper hand
You know how we go, we run the block
When they ask you, tell 'em I'm the man
I'd rather
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
Peek-a boo, I see you
Aw, what's the matter? You
Don't love me anymore?
Peek-a boo niggas, yeah, I see you
Big Krizz Kaliko, baby
Kali baby, Twiztid,
from it
Sent you a picture of her house, like come outside dummy
(Hit-Boy)
Spray on cologne (what's that?)
That's eleven hundred (okay)
The shoe
point the stroller, bitch
Big AR sprayer comin', wake up the neighbors
Leave you on the interstate, they think you got ate by 'gators
We ain't
a dream they was 'tent, they was chalkin' it up
Next day, I see BH borin' it up
I'm still top two when it comes to puttin' in dirty work
Done more than
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
mommas son
Maybe it's my style, this the way I come
Or maybe its these ho's
That I've done be's
Maybe is yo sista or yo niece
Or how I rock my boes
the boys flip the candy painted low
The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed
Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed
Where they sip that paint
ex-girl because she couldn't
Make me cum twice
Same reason I like to gunfight
Squeeze 'til I bleed
So if you coming better come right
Living so foul I'll
Stay dip, cute bitch out in Delaware, moving our bricks
So hard, stupid big stones from Miss Stella ear
She just turn 35, we in the spot on Martin
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck round with no followers
Follow up
the quota's done
Yeah, until my single come
Be the Devil's son
Devil's work, getting work, Hallelujah
Hope the Lord alerts, do a soul search
Understand my
counts
Cause when a lot of rappers rap, they try to use big words
But that's the most absurd thing I've ever heard of
They think that that's
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
And he gave his caterpillar queen a squeeze
Soon they'll honeymoon
Build a big cocoon
Thanks to the ugly bug ball
Come on let's crawl
Gotta crawl,
And he gave his caterpillar queen a squeeze
Soon they'll honeymoon
Build a big cocoon
Thanks to the ugly bug ball
Come on let's crawl
Gotta crawl,
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust
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