Lyrics:
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
but could make you holler E.I.
When you f-u-c-k-i-n-g in the treetop
Bet you will see it's best then ever when we ride
Count you a summer wardrobe
niggas in the pen
Tha ones dat won't neva see these fuckin' streets again (Yeaaah!!)
So fuck tha D.E.A. and fuck tha F.B.I.
We traffican' dis shit, up
am not
You're f*c*i*g second choice
No, I am not
Turning down my voice
Until you understand
There's nothing to command
Until you realize
That we
got me hot Now I got my glock And I got it cocked So I'm a let it pop Like pop goes the weasel Motherf**k your Volvo horsepower Nigga you f**kin with
pig
He's watching me just to see how deep I can dig
I admit I'm f***ed up and got a lot to learn
So now I'm dancing in the ashes of the bridge
F-are-E-S-H
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Yes I'm fresh
hair check (uh-huh)
Gear check (uh-huh)
Lip-gloss check (yes)
Bag check (got it)
Jewelz check
you better keep runnin'
I think I see sumthin, there go my enemy
Only lord knows where this nigga f'nd to be
Tennakee, still the price is as real if
at the same time
They all want to be with me, screamin my name
Go F-I-Z-Z
On the phone with their friends like, "How cool is he?" (HA)
(HOOK)
no more, one more "F" and he die
Even with my nails done, I can take guns apart son
So when they come lookin' for this reporter broke Un
Dealt with
[Verse 1]
I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I
Even though that's not what Islam always signify
y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em
They
the trill, I stand up fo' the hood
I'm holdin' down the underground just like a nigga should
U-G-K and D-F-B we do it fo' the block
Dem d boyz in the trap
bitch ass, nigga
We hold dolla bills round this bitch, holding
Ain't a god damn thang stolen
Big Moe, that's my motherfucking nigga for L-I-F-E
So
right through you
John Deacon
And I'm in your room
And I'm in your bed
And I'm in your life
And I'm in your head
Like C.I.A.
Or the F
can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check
Always float to the top unlike the son of John F. Kennedy
Chi forever be on Jersey live shit
Battle? You won't survive it
Tommy Motolla wish he could trade
the-T 2 D-E-F that's me
P-A-P-E-to the-are see-H-A-S-and-E
and that's until my D-to the-why-I-N-G D-A-why
Now get your gats and get on up and come
have discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well-read, it's well-known
But something is
pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jus-qu’ âpres ma mort
Pour couvrir ton coros
Dór et de lumiére
Je f´rai un domaine
Oú l'amour sera roi
Oú l'amour sera
en cielo y yo no lo veo
El mar lleno de gas-oil
Sigámonos amando en la oscuridad
En la oscuridad
C.i.a., f.b.i. todo lo que dicen es bullshit
There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad,
he's a handsome lad, that's my boy.
P-r-l-f-q, spells mom and dad.
Well, that ain't too bad, 'cause
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton
Holler ungh!!!!!!! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin'
Nigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin'
Dressed
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