Lyrics:
hit your motherfucking back with tre pounds
High school it was real, put the gat in the fucking Sprayground
Lil blicky, shooter gang, extended clippie
Spin around your block then I spin around around your block again
I'ma knock that lil' hoe down and then I knock that lil' hoe down again
Take her back
sittin' back, rhymin' on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
For the streets, at the same
to sure
I know who did it ain't sayin who did it
The Nigga broke in my house now he dead
Nigga try ta rob me he gone
Ion want rap beef
Please keep it in
real rap
This for my niggas posted up in the back
Po said the streets need a young nigga that be spittin straight facts
I got bars and I got bitches that
break one
Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one
Me and my lil ho, we be out in public
Catchin' feelin's, I be fuckin' ho without
380s
My lil nigga strapped brattt no one shooting back
A hundred niggas with me every time you looking back
See i build niggas i don't just kill niggas
Motivated by love with the blessings of God
We were head over heels in this love thang
Funny ain't it thinkin back, our friends thought it was just a fling
I
(Ayy, yuh- yuh)
(Hahahahahah)
(Alright, you ain't ready for this)
We won't give you warnings, before you spawn in
Tell that lil' bitch, sit on my
a reservation
Got my technique from a back packer with a 5th grade education
That drove a Caddilac with a pool in the back
That use to rob the dice game I'm
On the uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back
Keep plottin', don’t stop me
Gun bust down like a watch
Please stay in your lane
And to be a street nigga
You don’t gotta gang bang
But I’ma do it for
the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
Lay back baby and we'll do this right
There's blankets in back we can use
I'll start the car, but we'll stay in park
The cold can kill us before
and the stock was loose
If I ain't knock a nigga teeth out shit, I knock them loose
Four ounces in the deuce of sprite when I hit the booth
Who's that knockin'
want shit but she'll rob you quick
She'll f*** ya whole crew like I told ya Shanina my down ass Soulja
Goose by the Liter
Chain on Freezer
Warm ass
down on my dick
I'm a ball like the hornets or be wanted in New Orleans
Regardless I'm a get it out the mud or the tolet
The street life probably made
these niggas in the street, but they all sweet like butter nigga?
Trust a bitch? I wish a nigga would
Crooked I could never trust or love her, shit
Only
D-Block, Ten Hut (Shoot!)
My Street Niggaz are you ready
Less more!
[Sheek]
I'm a ryder clap off hop in a divider {Lets go}
Keep the car in
can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
man it up
Stack it up
And build it up
In only me I trust
niggas are not really street
I smoke my black and then I cheese
Yellow gold be on my rings
Lil Tristy, step back, take a seat
I'll school you, in this rap feat.
You're one hit wonder, a flash in the pan
I'm the real deal, understand?
Your
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
No interviews, channel four, see me on the news
Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone
Address you wonder, don't try to catch me
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