Lyrics:
this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby go on and get us a round
'Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate
We partying, yeah got
of 2pac
Cause still I see no change
I see that physically that we free
But our minds still up in them chains
I see you see what I'm saying
But you ain't
her like side chick
Never been side show I need my deposit
I'm bacc they owe me owe profit turfactivator the doctrine
Had to 2pac all in my walkman
around the block
Niggaz know I got it to got it you know I got it good,
Bitches know I got it to got it you know I got it good,
Written by: Daniel Ware
could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucka up
And then I'd take two puffs
I've been hungry all my life
I'm high now, I'm high now
I'm high now,
blast ya whole crew
By the time that they find out
That's y'all missing, chopped in pieces, food for fishes
I'm on a Vaca, eatin' delicious
Mevia & Sane,
the click
a sister, put my niggaz up wetted the grave
you wanted to get richer, so offer your beats that made by fade
cascade, because yo ass is
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper
There ain't no trouble in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, Late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in
Shout out my plug
Two gs for a bow
Nigga keep gas
Like fuckin Citgo
Kall me cancer
I want all the smoke
When I start shooting
Muthafucka get low
Buy
She want to introduce her parents to a nigga, shit
I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white bitches
Almost had a four but the black
do walk ups and stand offs, put barrels in your mouth
Free my boulevard niggas, DB and Dane
Still send the money, all this for real, I never change
to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It
the Micky D'z, dropped da crib to take a nap
Nigga! Nigga! Nigga!
Chorus: 2x
[China Dog]
You flip the script
I'm gonna kick the shit, for all of my
Without these cameras in our faces like animals
For your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulance up the avenue
And catch a glimpse of all
inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip
that's how we live
All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggaz come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in
and they bringing them glocks boy
Hope yo ass don't get shot boy get hit in yo top boy
Ain't talking 2pac boy
And these bitches be bops boy
And you niggas
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
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