Lyrics:
don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them
to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!)
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!)
Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
model thangs see I'm good with the weapon plus I really don't like you nigga you whole crew can't bust and I felt that shit way back when you was down wit
Jordan shoe
Milk and diapers and baby wipes cost an arm and a leg
A breast of wing and a thigh
Hustle trying to get by
Hey don't underestimate me,
life by the A.K.
Everyday niggas at war niggas dyin'
That's yo ass if you don't have it on yo waste line
Kickin' N.O.playin' by no rules realah
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
I, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homicidal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I
don't try clearin' your vision
Cause that's straight, you in the presence of Leatha Face
Just an average motherfuckin' thug, have to spit it for the fun
thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thang,
Nigga don't hand with them phony busta niggas,
Only roll with thugstas, killas, Pick up me gun and me stick
for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars
for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars
ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked- fucked
No not me, not fo'-oh- not fo'-oh
I beat the bitch down with a two by fo'
Eryfuckinday is
lunch
And I soak up the game like a sponge
Independent, I don't need a crutch
Dealt with hurt, I'm too cold for the luv
Gotta take a lil chance and trust
by they tongues when I sung
Play a game, press your luck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Buck blast and there holdin your shit
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you bitches
And I don
play a game
It's called going insane
And free yourselves
Under the acid rain
Yo!
We're not ready to go
We'll keep on with the show
We're not bent by
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your back right now
Want ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't know to back
the north side of town with the gangsta frown
Evergreen niggas brought the clown cause we bull n shit
With the prophet posse and the whole fuckin triple six
Well, it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit
Bitch niggas be pissin' a fit but I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em
It's that nigga with
talkin' to me like I'm in school
He don't know I hang with killers we'll erase that fool
Wouldn't give a fuck about him but he kin to my son
If you think
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
I'm just a gangsta man I'm flowing cuz I can I gotta 45 It's sitting by my side
And it don't do no good unless I use it dude you know I got it good
quiet as church mice
Get the gas face like Serch and Pete Nice
I gotta buck like Simeon Rice
Roll your deuce n' give me them dice
Gambling like going
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