Lyrics:
hittin' any hoes
You ain't been outside the States, (stop playin')
So ya name ain't holdin' any weight
Ya baby mama was a stray
She love the way I paint
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
ain't playin'
No fuckin' games
Oh, he, he got a point to prove, come on man
He comin' in here spazzin'
(swingin') on that LA leakers Freestyle
Swingin'
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
uh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all
Get out
dirty, just like u.g.k.
4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak
Niggaz ain't playin, down south bitch we bout it,
I told y'all niggaz in 96, damn, don't y'all
J.R. Smith
I would definitely put my hand in your pocket but not the way you want
I put your whole family in boxes like y'all the Brady Bunch
Put
while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have
I don't know why these niggas think they got to do the most
Stand back nigga don't come close
'Cause y'all fucking up the game
I don't know why
in
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in
But until then (what) man I'm playin to win
I came in this game po', I'ma say YAY at the end
You
[Master P]
When I'm alone in my car, I'm thinkin about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Asanti
talk my mess blow the mussel
Time to expose the truth
I'm just gettin tired of being called a dog
Ya y'all playin games like it's uno
Then you duck
and feedin her scraps
He feed the family by servin the city
And his lil bitch mad cuz he sit in the trap
Beat the dope beat the dope beat the dope bitch
Shoutout to C3
That's third generation
You be in here goin' crazy in the studio, havin' fun watchin' cartoons
Playin' video games while we recordin',
figure of speech
In this world you know it's "Iron over Greed"
And if we playin games then I'm Playin For Keeps
Yeah you know ima dog, won't put me
some problems and begs
Y'all must ain't learn the game by now, these niggas gone dang sin
And just because he got his kids tonight don't mean I ain't sin
playin' things, why you just be sayin' about these things
Why you be playin' about these games
Why you be sayin' about these things
Like, look into my eye,
and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin', you get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see
gassin' me up tell me how in the fuck is we gon' get the tires rollin
But who give a fuck about my emotions
Ain't a game and y'all ain't been playin' me
the proof, right there, all the dead kids and their kids, and their kids and Family folk get Santa Fe, Aurora, Dayton, Texas, like a kick into the plexus, get
People also call me Slimon but that's only if they know me
If you don't be playin' frisbee well then bitch you ain't my homie
Did y'all know I'mm a twin?
Hey man
It's your boy ZO CB4
And I'm checkin' in man
You know Ro you my motherfuckin' brother man
Let these niggas have it man, stop playin' with
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I
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