Lyrics:
to me
I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs
and sweat em like sweat hogs
and get mad, mad 'cause I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most
paper stacks, put staples through 'em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don't want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
I'm back
I'm just a paper chaser
"Niggas act, like they can't see what another nigga been through
And don't give 'em no credit for surviving his battles
But
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that
Freddy vs Jason
Two bands for the drac', give me two of those
Twenty for a P, 'less you buying two or more
Stomped down, ease 'em over twenty toes
Yeah
I don't give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in
bouquet
And by the look at my paint, man it's a wonderful spray
Sucker trynna fuck my high up on a sucker-free day
I told that sucker park your whip cause
sleep
These hardships keep us lean
They give us what we need
He came from far away, His skin is dark like mine
He had to get away, to make another life
I could give a fuck about your man’s
I could give a fuck about your plans
I ain’t Tryna run the city like diddy
But I’m out here searching for
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
Na, Na
Now why O why Lord
The nigga wanna try and die Lord
Niggas wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer
Put that bitch wit
Carter this
Brown pimp the game and still reign
Since the days of Kane numb 'em like cocaine
Niggas, uh huh, nigga read my lips
Uh huh, we won't miss
with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with
Me 'cause I give 'em Hell
bitches walk by
If you let 'em pussy printing through they denim
Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk
vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car
going Philly in ‘em
With my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I'm going to Houston
I heard that's where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down
Think I'm
Writin' eulogies
Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all
I've been writin' eulogies
R.i.p, r.i.p
I've been writin' eulogies
Kill em all, kill em all, kill em
give me my time and send me my flicks
Call my mom, she'll give me a lawyer
Do my push-ups, come back brick
I used to always tell my P.O., "You lock me
biz
Valley where i live
Tah don’t give fuck about shit and
I'll never try to find a fuck to give
A nigga laid up with his bitch
Squad outside running
outta control
Heads are gonna roll
Shoulda known better, never fuck with a Juggalo
(We gon' git!)
Rhymin' in the game
Sublime is the pain
Guided by flames
flames
Just 'cause he my cousin I ain't let him slide
Shoot his mama house up since he thinkin' I'm playin'
My and P steal a truck fill that bitch up
Touchdown in the morning
Make a 30 ball by lunch
I started in the back at first
Im ahead of them
Nigga told his biz and I ain't
Ask man Im scared of them
Say
Damn
Sometimes we lose some good ones mayn why'know?
They don't really understand this playerism
Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real
Bit misconstrued introducin' my friend
Leave 'em where you found 'em
Oh Whoa
And don't look back
Even when it sounds good
You should know by now
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