Lyrics:
third degree
(Get the knowledge?) Suspicious niggas up in
There don clicked brick
I think he used to cop that Chronic
By the way I think don bone killed
out
(Woooo) fascinated by all dah ways you
Seem to shift and grow yo taste
(Now i ain't nevah met a girl like
You, but lets jump in dah coupe, Baby)
a place to run so you hide
I'm so braggadocios, I rock out like Guns N' Roses
I know it's hard to focus plus my body does hypnosis
My sins are some what
move he get jump
Slump
Put the gun down we could bump
My bullets they hot like the sun
My A-K done came with a drum
I only kill rappers for fun
Pop
Tryna step on my toes
Derrick Rose
I play the game
How it go
Stick n move
Til I score
Start my day off
In the bank
I collect
Like a pusha
Wit dope
Off
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
by the whips
They keep the heaters near meters
In case you pussies trip
See I?m so gutter and gullie
And I can make it ugly
I know these
price,
Keep dreaming, living my life, still grinding to get my shine,
High skills like Tech N9ne,
Rhyme hit you like drive-by, grab mic and let's ride,
I
is in the motherfuckin house (DoggHouse)
You keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
is in the motherfuckin house (DoggHouse)
You keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
concerned that my brains blown
Voices get turned away annoyed
With what they say
If it's a gay tone n they like "hey
Ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo"
Few
You're mad
You mussa mad
You ain't never sat in the trap with a pack
Hear the doorbell ring and your heartbeat lag
Can't keep track, been in the trap
When I say itchy citchy
N****s get b****y b****y cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderer
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in
ain't about tact its about grabbing your s*ck
Freedom so free like when your mama gets slapped
Pah!
By her big a** t****es
Which ain't bad for fifty
In
Aye, this ain't bout no guns (gun sounds)
This about my bible (pu-pu, I let it ring)
'Cause if you ain't using your
Bible as a weapon, What you
Imposing u Rosie as donell
Dammit u big boss bitch
Mr and Mrs Smith with the shits
They type of love to get me hit
What if u told ya
U like the gun in
to get it
so switch ya pivot, and then whatever's left u give em
been given wisdom by Ciz and every citizen in a good position
it's a blessing I
need no handouts I'll make my own mills (mills)
And even if I'm solo still got n****s in the 'Ville
And If you dealing with my n****s better get down
the fuck you really doing in that water
550 degrees time go by i still get hotter
N**** wrote me off threw me right there by the garbage
But i stood up
it
It aint love
We call it 95 unleaded
N's you cant trust they pillow-talking all your secrets
Buddies on a weekend
Spend a wednesday in the deep end
I went to Rags N Riches
Yea Bad bitches
Like a nigga don't know ride around clock a gun, overload
Takin the perkies I do it for show, clock a bitch
get it n****!
Yea, Number one in that field n****
We out there shining and trappin'
Just know it's real out there, so be real out there
Stacks
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
that man they got my nigga)
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number
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