Lyrics:
shit will get your
Family and your wife missin' play position
These niggas friendly as a box of puppies
I drop big nuts on this game
They holdin' chicken
and yay, see a
You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.
Truck breeze away, material world
Big guns, wit scratched serial world
My cats put an end
I hit Ish up we get big bucks
Dam that bitch stuck off a quick one
I been in trouble with them people downtown
But soon know I'm gon' have my full
It seems like we ain't healing no more we holdin it in
Some can't even speak about the shit that they done did
It's ok not bein' okay don't wanna hear
ass up like a Christmas Gift
Cause it ain't no love, no love
Y'all fellas was holdin y'all nuts on us
Wanna see us doin bad so now
Y'all can't stand
'
Ay, Pick ya chin up pick ya self up by ya boot straps
Big straps you get boom bapped
Lil homie need some boof pacc
I be walking hard feet heavy
Got
pray for the ones who lost they life, but I can't die by no bitch
No more gettin' these strings attacked, can't get tied in to this shit
I know sum
go to sleep with the gat
The grave is where most of my niggas sleepin at
All the Screwed Up Click legends ain't never comin'back
Like Screw, Big
and Out the Group like Eddie, Its ZNights likes I wish I could just End this.. Holdin steady and im Maintainain, cll this Pain and No Gain it Cant Be
a couple of sharks, and they stay by my side if its blood then we chasin' down
Mike pack in the air got us all booted lemme see what this strain is about
Bet
Don't give a damn, somebody gettin' slammed
'Cause up in the street, what we holdin' is court
Energy, energy, I need that energy
Feel like they comin',
three shots
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set
three shots
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set
[Intro: spoken by Big Rube]
Optimism, about the fate of the people
That have accepted the mission improbable
To become simpartical, purged by
the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I
back when we was pack noodles
Gettin' packed off, rockin' Bob Barker
Crack spot, holdin' crack in your ass
Want a gram, but he died for it
Your
Where do I begin
To tell you all the things I feel when you're with me?
The day we met I knew I'd fall so easily
You must believe you're givin'
rely by the code
Hopping in the whip screaming yo
Just hit a red light, aw no no
Speeding through yellow, I ain't slow
Only see green, yea I'm on go
on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter
It ain't a thug those that's livin' that is realer than the villain
Witha
The lights and the fame
And all that they made
What are we doin'
We paper pursuing
Till big brother come and he take
Fucked her for days
It's all that I need
got folded, this shit run so smooth
Pull up with that big ass, we took out lil' bruh, hold down crew
Bout my bitch, I get the spinnin', we took off lil'
rose from that gutta
From holdin that butter
You know its dope by the color
I roll wit the hustlers
To dough we accustomed huh
Fcuk Iz u doin
Fcuk Iz u
another dame 'cause
I'm already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin
We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin
Wood grain an chrome
aight (we aight) I think I live this long, 'cause I live by the gun We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night Been goin through that shit since day one
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