Lyrics:
Let me start this shit off right 'cause I can never be wrong
I tried to change my life, them people called me a clone
Took the top off, I ain't
back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fake
The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him
the ops like to shop
Flex wrong you get popped by the cops
Drug dealers selling eight-ball rocks
Nigga play with they money get they eight-ball shot
I stay
Orleans
Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe
Hope you never close your eyes
I'll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance
I'll tame your ho
It's big
started sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have hummers
Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
Damm dog, you been in here
Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, then everything-you-touch-turn-shit
Got much to learn, kid, light it up, burn shit
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
and still came with a bang
I'm a Figg nigga, turned a black cloud to a flame
I'm a big willy, stomach full, mouth full of paint
It was God-given, lil'
you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high
All them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned
ain't never knew wrong from right
Growing up off my life, thinking Adidas had 4 stripes
So my uncle tried to warn us
Told us not to do drugs, but
Please, wrong way, don't rub us
Fuck, yeah, when it's beef, I eat cow
You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Z's, sweet pile (sweet pile)
Niggas know what I
on
It's like when keepin' it real goes totally wrong
Some get beat by managers, and shiesty execs
Others are brainwashed by their unlikely success
Well,
To The Hills, Total Eclipse, Number Of The Beast, and Remember Tomorrow live. Aaah!
Box number four. Do you like it so far? What a great set of singles and all
wrong with Santa Claus?]
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...]
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?]
[Bob: Oh, I love
the city white lows, blue flags
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped a Urus for the gang
Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains
Signed
I want you to tell them statik Selektah
Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit
to deliver one very specific message:
Lock your back door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be
You are wrong
Thirty-three years go by
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
With big bank, y'all
Let's sample down with Snoop an watch us come back an spank y'all (Woo!)
Keepin' high, stay on top
I'm number one with a bullet
daisies
And by decree of Rapture Inc.
We're closing this here market permanently
Coming down like a ton of lead
More bang for your buck
More
("Firing party....ready....")
Sycamore ... is open.
("...aim...fire! BANG")
That's how Sycamore opened.
That's how....Sycamore is.
(guns.)
I say this
get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us notorious
Thug-ass
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white
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