Lyrics:
trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd
bitch
Hold up hold up, didn't that whip just pass by?
Ala verga (Uh)
Rob niggas, drop niggas (in the night time)
Spin the block, I shoot my ops (that
bitch, shut the fuck up (stupid ho)
(What the fuck?)
Fuck whoever don't like this song, I crank this bitch up by my own (ayy-ayy)
Crunkstars in
just say no
But nobody makes a fuckin' move until I say so
That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be
Kids when you grow up who the fuck you wanna
hear another mumble rapper
Rap about stupid shit that I never asked
The fuck's a Playboi Cardi, the guy cannot rap
Drops an LP that immediately goes in
together for Game bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back on the mothafuckin map
Aftermath in that ass bitch
Game let's go
Me and Marshall
the greatest but
Now that shit is the fuck clear
Bitch, if it's up then it's stuck there
You hear me clown? You try to stare me down
You can meet the man
niggaz out on the street
If you fuck you get put to sleep
Infared be on your scope
Gimmie that shit I won't kill yo girl
Fuck that bitch and fuck tha world
ripped out
By Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write
And that ain't even cool to
Miss a few summers shit
I'll take a bite out the onion like fuck it!
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
And won't cry
Hope
choice because we kick that
nasty "Hardcore" shit that you want to hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the
year
Pounds
What on Earth would possess you to push me, take off your skirt
Bitch show the world your pussy
The kingpin most wanted kid run this gangsta rappin'
rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh,
like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga
put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag bitch
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (y'all
She gon' come and see
'Cause that's my gangsta bitch
Yeah, that's my gangsta chick
I fuck wit' her because she
Always on some gangsta shit
That's my
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
For 94 shit, bitch...That Ant Banks shit...
No, you can't fade it doe...Let?s do this shit, Banks!
Let these hoes know...
A nigga smooth hit
ready as fuck
You april the fool
Think I'm a joke
Well bitch
Shit I'm with it too
Shit
I'm wit that gangsta ass shit
He wanna gangsta ass bitch
See I
out full of green
Fuck what you heard bitch
Yeah I'm back up on the scene
If you want to get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo
I be turnin'
gon' be starin' (bitch, bitch)
Really wasn't gon' do this, last year I said that's it
But I'm back like bing bong, Nems got me sayin' that shit (fuck
motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Eazy-E was playing on the radio
I knew exactly how my day would go
California sunshine coming in
Singing gangsta rap with all my friends
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