Lyrics:
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
X what up? (Aight)
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say
Murdalizin'
Any instrumental anybody tried to throw at me
And that's when hip-hop start to grow on me
You could say that I'm proud
'cause I wasn't followin'
me
Better watch them niggas
2 drakes 1 shotty wit me
Big drip got styled by Milly
Flex on em
Young nigga gotta keep a check on em
Pop a perc fuck
Still the youngest in charge, I let the hammer go
I keep bitches for the long runs
And I fuck em in two's and make all cum
Grills mania, got em in
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
freeze right there
All run scared, gear 2nd not prepared
Like a dragon they be hunting me, a legend
I'm the heir shock you like nani
You're welcome to spar
[Celph Titled]
Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin clips and diseases
I walk on water with my own two feet nigga, FUCK JESUS!
Celph Titled's
oh yea)
NC QC, NY South X
Boogie down I'm fly I'm next
She may not know it yet but she going southwest
Instrumentals vouch that I do 'em best
Sound
speakers got that rattle back
I'm flashin metal when I was attacked by
A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick em up
And take em in and fuck
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
When the music?s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent?s head hangin'
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA with your bae, chuck up the deuce
Feelin' like I
mattress
By faith I shine with no Diddy,
I don't move yayo for the buck I'm no Fifty
I don't need henchmen for the LORD I'm no Jimmy,
And I signed up
bad thing my accomplice
Roll em by the pair like chopsticks
Gas on deck like the Locksmith
Challenge, unbalanced thinking he too tossed
Couldn't manage
don't condone this"
On the back of the bike with Alpo
Doin' a buck down one-two-five, hopin' to stay alive
Favorite spot rooftop
Me and Big chuckle
tapeworms too, an itchy ringpiece proves you're part of the crew
The only way to kill 'em is by drinking a brew, twelve pints of cider stops the itchy residue
80 proof my liquor, 3 whole 5ths for the crew
We pour up in the night time for the ones that we lost
Black bodies with targets on ‘em, how much does it
Aight E, I felt like rapping today
3riple 2ouble, FIEcrū shit. Nix
I know way too many, way too many of em
But what they say ain't bout nun
But I'm
the way I got big spitting stories
Bme's X-Clan, vanglorious
We're not your favorite, fuck it
You know the system and you buck it
Have you revisiting
got to face the judge
Hook 2x
[Judge]
While I reach my verdict
You're all being sentenced
To life in prison
With no obligation of parole
Get 'em
can vouch for my crew
They some straight up gangsters they gang gang by two
Kwedu ma1 sha
We got the trenches on lock long time manje
Pakuda plan manje
I'm living in a musical
Calling up the homies and I ask em all
Can we prove it's factual
That we make them move like some animals
Exhibit A my crew
(Intro)
July 8, 2000, set the death date
That the crew came down on to me
y'all took my brother from me
So now open up your books
And turn your pages
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