Lyrics:
intact, the facts he disregarded
And got hit with his shocker, pop it and discard it, yeah
Yo, it's that Queens, Bronx, Houston connection
Yo, yeah, I need
the weed man he the middle (hmm)
Weed multicolor got cha smoking on sum skittles
Went and put the cheese on my grill like a griddle
Heen bust that fie cut
in
Now I gotta bust that bubble you know you in trouble
Bad like mike was
Tight how yo bitch is
Dawg we felt that shit
Told her she a nice fit
New
And if you niggaz don't trip on me, then I won't bust yo shit
Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest
But stoneycrook niggaz, been known
whisper back like
Is that so
Turn her to my bitch
For one night
She dip with me
Cause I got queso
She like my smile
Got gold all in my grill
I’ll take yo
[Prodigy]
yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid
yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat
and bust back at trash ass cats who scratch
leave big
alotta weed and they tote that steel
????My bitches so gangsta they den trapped out they crib
????She got ah tattoo on her face and ah mouth fulla grills
on me
I done bust niggaz in the grill and had 'em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls
It's called survival and only
Shh)
Sippin' lean like Paul Wall, I might just put a grill in (yeah)
Boy, go get yo pompoms, chillin' with the bitches (chillin' with the bitches)
You
the fucking spot
We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face
model
My paint same color as a avocado
My grill diamonds crushed, your jeweler got Cubans, no trust
These Greg Oden niggas is a bust
(Uh, okay okay,
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm
like it or not
Last wish I hope you die 'cause I want yo' spot
Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em
I can bust my shit in spring you
Intro:
Its that PP shit
...that potent poet blunted shot
Pass that shit to the left hand side motha fucker
Yo man quit hogging that
...its burning
We gettin twisted as our Timb's cover pavement
Flowin state to state, pickin up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left
Four slugs
simply never know like the prison supremacist, huh
They'll never get to know me, huh, fuck them racists, yo
Never got me, never will be, a systematic
(hit them with the press)
Sauce Gardner or Deion
Them little boys some peons
She paid for a new ass by the looks go get a refund (Ha Ha)
Wanted Doc Miami
nigga
And when I'm sippin' lean, I sip it by the liter, nigga
Bitch, I'm gone, smokin' death, this shit a kill a, nigga
Yo bitch on me, dawg, I think she
fucks given
But Alvi the watch and the linen?
I don't give a fuck and homie those shoes I don't fit in
Wanna lose yo you could really come and get it
Parked by the meter man
I done lost a dime, lots of green on some Peter Pan
Grill em like a pita man
Swing just like a Peter man
Snap me you can see
F/ Mr. Hyde
[Mr. Hyde]
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn
I'm dissin ya game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name
[Outro]
Yo, some of y'all probably want to know
if I really can play or if I'm just
killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-are-A-N-G
Some of ya niggas be tryin' to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass just
want to slice up the chords
[Chadio]
Yo, yo if you got the doe, be , than show me
Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me
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