Lyrics:
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
want that
Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style
Freestyle, so buck wild
I got the style you want to hear
Who's next? You better fear
TR,
and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin
To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like
lose
Toda mi gente
That's hit by the blues
Esta de moda
Por siempre
To do what you choose
So do what it do
Get right with yo
Mood
Who am I?
Who is
Back outside like Gotti dem
Aye mane say mane
Y'all n***** just gone stay lame
You know its n***** really getting money out here you better come
See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?),
up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze style y'all
Hook 1:
Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the way
When my adrenaline pumpin or you
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain’t believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it
it again, startin' something
*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who's this?!
[Warren G]
Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in
That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag
flying in
We hoping out cabs like Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty 'cause my staff is hiring
Canine dogs
you do, because like times hard
It's like here, nigga hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop (It don't stop)
flight straight to Japan
Send yo niggas off the map
Louis Vuitton il turban
I just got it out in France
Negro, sto fumando gas tutto drippato in YSL
Sulla
(I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it)
Yo
Y'all better wake up, you think we don't see y'all driftin'?
Sleepin'
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
C-Lance, yo
Took a leap of faith and
Feet landed on the pavement (Uh)
Overexpectation, candid at my greatness
(yeah)
Played it low, avoided scrutiny
a backwood roll it up tight (that's a wood wood)
If that's a wood better roll it up right (roll it up right)
So high that I'm out of my mind (my mind)
I'm
is the root of all
Evil bitch you need me
Yeah yeah a young nigga geeking
He gon shoot a nigga like it's lethal
They hating on me, can't believe it
I
I get to the dough and get low like a Lambo
I let it rip like Beyblade's with Bathing Ape camo
You know I know better than to tell all my business
Nigga better go back and listen to
That Welcome To Dolph World (It's Dolph)
Everything I got, bitch I got it on my own
Everybody keep asking what's up
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
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