Lyrics:
these leads thrustin'
Me and my niggaz ain't scared of nuthin'
Wanna see some red rushin'
Mississippi burnin' this
Alabama turnin' this
Together we got
just for granted
This shit get low, I know I won't panic
Fought the devil and still out here stadin'
I'm a rebel, get mine by demandin'
Stack it tall,
We gonna win get ready to zone in
Go hard or home then boy lift up ya own chin
This game ain't for suckers & Busters It's grown men
You don't want
she screamin' and I like that girl
She off in another world
I ain't stop till you're finished
She love this gangsta especially when I'm in it, Dream
Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla
While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test
The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess
F.a.j.b
Family ain't just blood
Y'all know who yall be
Putting on with love
Don't know where I'd be
Without you by my side
Yeah I stay one deep
For
ain't tryin' to ask
For more than I deserve
So understand when I say I
Need a million today
You blend in like chameleon
But I stand out, like I exited
And I ain't gotta say nothing, just know I do this shit for fun!
Stackz verse 2:
Mix it all together nigga like its jungle juice(juice)
Rocc smoking
ma dreams I kill all my heater's you ain't ready for combat
I'm trappin and rappin and Killing you niggas, You niggas are foes
I slay, I slay, I slay
They gone hate us for this one
Man
Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
All I want is to be great, to be great
I bow my head and say my grace, I say my
then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah, baby, it's a price to pay
Only play in the fast
Let's take a step into my red room
This ain't no ordinary bedroom
Just let the energy affect you
Carry on (4x)
Just take a step into my red room
This
path
That think they're hardcore
If you really wanna test my skills
Then come with it
Really think your ready for war
Then come get it
I ain't got time
Real pretty ho, I salute
You gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked
Think I just got déjà vu
I did this before, and y'all both had
your name?
My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9,
I just came to flex
I ain’t wastin’ breath
I ain’t here to entertainin’ y’all
Man y’all be lookin’ stressed
Y’all be lookin’ mad tired
You should get
writtens, this is how I kill affliction
Consequences for these walking contradictions
I ain't in it for the mentions, y'all will bury shame for some
the biggest
He been doin' it for the longest, been doin' for the strongest, bitch
It's the end of the world, these are the last days
This might be, this
wasn't outdoing me
Ain't waiting on y'all to catch on how I'm doing things
Bout to run up on this 'M' I count like 2 or 3
I can't share with them
Cause
if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be couldnt be
You can't relate then don't relate you won't relate this ain't your story
Chance is great emancipate you
out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whats up Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
vest)
How I gun you down, how that shit there lead to my arrest? (Not impressed)
I'm too real for this hip-hop shit, I know shit I can't confess
Gotta
shit like a back pack on my back always hold it down
Ima get yall some red paint
Paint it on ya nose you a clown
Sumn like jake tyler in this life
Never
spittin' on the camera guy
I bang 'Thug Life' but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster *** for my *** down on death row
Exhibit A, watch how I let
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