Lyrics:
And it's war tryin' crab these Bones
Bring on ya stretchers ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this,
Come and get that ass
My dollar bills get a wedding ring
My deposits feel like nova Caine
My brodie really got me up in the vip
Pulling up in a Bruce Wayne
Uh, stepping
a dub n I’ll sleep it off
Sacrificed, gambled it all
I gotta get rich no more sleepin in cars
Give my cards n I’ll even the odds
Countin 6 decks till
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
to me I’m to soft told her get off her knees
You can’t be sorry just be careful
Ain’t no crossing me
I’m in love wit the streets
But got my heart
Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
'cause I'm a get a fly girl,
Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel,
Tiger Rose got new clothes
The ladies love her so
They laugh at her connections
But they don't say no
Get down high, get down low
Get your heels in
the way to get the truth escvated
We forever in love even though we separated
Ain't nothing last forever like some god damn rose
I came through the dinner
fuck on the floor, yeah
Our leg catch a charlie
Ice it right out, I put a ring on a Barbie
(Bae what?) i don't get in the pound I
Set foul like a Arsen
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
go flow by flow, I’m a mafuckin’ fighter yo (yo)
Knock me down, I get right up (knock me down, I get right up)
I’m a mafuckin’ fighter, singin’ fight
drinking beer by the pool
Then eating rhythms for dinner
I’m taking them back to school
Was always stuck in detention from breaking the fuck’n rules
And I
up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out
have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don't burn
You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one
(But you said you love me!)
I don't see no rings
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
the FUCK you be
What? It's Fiend y'all
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
And hiding in trees, to escape the mic that I
got the bag i put the work n the truck
Drako tht ride in the front Only with me cause i can not trust no one else
I was down bad had to go get me bag
name is Iverson
I lost my ring, but I'm trying man
What if police started dying man?
Up in the streets, where they fire man
By any means, I'm a Malcolm
on a opp's bitch
I flap my wings fuck around get a opp smoked
Diors on my feet fuck around do the Pop Smoke
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Choppas on me
that live by the gun gonna die by the beam
I'm making deals with the devil, I can buy you a dream
I've seen, murder scenes (scenes), hoes get done
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
See The Fear In Your Eye
When We Open Up The Door N
We Caught U By Surprise ha!
I Got Oozies N Ak's Of Plenty
I Got Gadgets N Gun Made Galoore
Roses
Another bastard casket closes,
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4
N-Y N-Y
'Til I d-ie
N-Y N-Y
'Til I d-ie
I'm on it
Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around
Its never on safety
I'm on it
Niggas
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