Lyrics:
Put my heart on tha track, words can't express
Let you feel the pain, turn lyrics into flesh
Put my heart on tha track, so you know how I feel
Lil
Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school
the block and made nba money in one week
See I hustla in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
Needed
bloody, lil buddy
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry you don't no cemetery, homes
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Keep yo head up lil nigga
Betta get yo bread lil nigga
Gotta keep yo head up lil nigga Betta get yo bread up lil nigga
You better
You better
You better
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo' fist up in yo
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
And yo' bitch in the party gettin' hit by the whole damn gang, gang, gang, gang
Lil' bitch really fuck it up (ay)
On her hand stand, doin' tricks fuck
And I'm getting to the sack
Yea
Run this shit
Get it back
Yea
Fuck that lil puss from the back
Fuck around pull out her tracks
Yea
Put that lil puss
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain
[Lil Jon]
Yea
This shit right
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
that it could taste this good,
Thank God for the man who put it in my hood,
It's got me singing melodies I never thought I would.
I'm feelin' sorry
folding
Weigh one thirty, but young nigga shoot that
Chopper like a soldier
I’m surrounded by some killas who
Come straight up out Magnolia
Been livin’ real
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
All black don't fw chrome
Don't fight nigga get yo head tore
Fuck I got this lead for
Trynna strike now he onna red floor
Up 4 we led score
Im
Turn up with Lil Yachty
Thugger, Thugger, babe
Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah
Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat
R.I.P. to Troupe
You better
V12 is roaring,
Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor then,
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner,
that pops
Till the Nigga can't pop no mo'
Straight herbin' on the Indo
From my hood to yo hood
Ain't lettin bustas figure up
If y'all Niggas
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