Lyrics:
on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters
Ay
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind,
Mean Mug
Ay Bob ya head hoe
The mobs ahead doe
Go hide ya head folk
Cuz yo potnas be dead broke
My potnas cut throat
Haunt heads of snitchin fed folks
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
(AY)
The Devil put me on this planet to offend
(AY)
Why you gotta take me outta context?!
Why you gotta take me outta context?!
Why you gotta take me
Fishtail [?] in the streets (skrr, skrr)
[?] frames on, Urkel (ay)
Two styrofoam , purple (yeah)
None of my niggas, workers (ay)
Gansgtas all in
ass gon with this bread
Put a dub on ya head get you killed by ya friend
If they hit more than one give em that and a ten
I been having my way gotta
Outta mind outta sight
I had went head and got me a Pipe
I been scared
To count my blessings
Cause I don’t know what come with it
Bases loaded, with every
Better than ever get that shit up out
Ya head I'm ahead of ya level adding
To my list of accomplishments bitch
Nigga don't compare me to a regular
Fella
a nigga with a harpoon
You guppies is shark bait and I gotta shark tooth
Sharp mind I hope its cutting clear
I want the heads of the greats as my souvenir
I
Let's go!
Turn it up live niggas throw it up
It's the official, we got the bank for ya
Go!
You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes
weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten
weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten
weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
like that you little clown ass hoe
If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run
When you hear my come, from the head
Every lyric is a bullet
Fuckin' ya up
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
puis
Rap mo niou geuna Izy louñu lén di amél
O Shit
Préjugés ay sound melni simpson
Tim réw mi ak dolé yoré trace place king kong
Mais Douma débat
Lamégn
get outta here and let me show ya
How good it would feel to hold ya
Put your pretty little head on my shoulder, oh yea
Don't lie, you've got it all
You already know it’s bussin ay
Liq in my system no chaser
And you know the music steady bumpin ay
Cloudy as hell I’m up in the sky or somethin
I just
Ay-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya-ya
Baby, don't you worry about me, I'm comin' over
I've been drinkin', drinkin', hardly ever sober
Weigh a pretty little
guy
You know I can't be replaced, get the fuck outta my space (Ay, ay)
Get up I leave in the morning, come to my home very late (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ay, ay
Booth Willie:] "Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch!
I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!"
[Another car
balling on the court, never outta bounds
I never gave a fuck, so I'm outta town ya
Smoke a lotta weed
Smoke it by the pound ya
Start a new wave
Start a new
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