Lyrics:
hallucinate
Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump
I was raised in
out
Cause I'm the old school pervert
You know what I be all about
I'm lookin for a girl with some fat lips
And some nice hips
A honey dip to come
forty acres to live and a Maserati
And expand from sellin' grams
In my building lobby
Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
Inspired by Big Meech
he got it out in Brooklyn
While I ball in Georgia, cookin'
Then I bag it up and push it (Push it)
Boy is ratchet, but still cook him (Cook him)
Bullets
[Intro: spoken by Big Rube]
Optimism, about the fate of the people
That have accepted the mission improbable
To become simpartical, purged by
his time would come, top issue
Branded by a government official
The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were
it coming,pullin out the spliffs we start runnin'
theres's no escapin' the robot police,
he'll bang you up with no chance of release.
[Chorus]
Tony
[Verse 1]
First question for mothafuckers that's spittin' this "I'ma thug shit"
You claim you blew out a nigga's brain, well what color was it?
A)
on them 10s
Lemme take 'em to the dark side
Bustin' sales by the park slide
You see friends on the deep end
Just know you swimmin' where the sharks ride
Uh!
Where you from? I'm from the A hoe
Said I'm out, been bucking on bustas and gettin that pay hoe
Our minds is paid for, hit the blocks like Lego
dump nigga, dump dump
You muh'fucka's poppin' too many pills
Bustin' like a ruger, I'm a high powered shooter
I'm surrounded by these yopper thangs,
you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door
Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes!
Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo'
While
Life Is A Maze with So Many Ways
That One Could Get Killed
Or Live Out There Days ese No One Even Knows
Bout The Shit I Go Through
If You Could Break
know that
While I'm dreamin' there was
Semen in my undies
Young, dumb, full of cum Solomon Grundy
(Grrrr)
I mainly grip it for a minute then I pass out
see what them racket boys can do
Now, there's trouble bustin in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
on the street
In a state of shock, somebody called the cops
To quiet the riot but now they're pullin out glocks
Shuttin down blocks, bustin shots in the sky
But
things first, where's the fucking applause?
Yeah, ayy, misfits watched us, popped up, make them drop their own jaws
Yeah, ayy, not givin' fucks makes it
an nowaday, these Childs want to live like Mr. Kevin....o.t.
With mad
G's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was
It the buddas?...stick up niggas with
it this time? All that makeup on
Can you make up your mind?
Closet free from me but shorty famous online
Mmh ay, I can tell, ay
How you feel about me
nothin but hard Heads, like Fry
thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',
Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
chea, Look like my luck fucked up
when you have a fat salary
So what that means, you gots to loc' up self love against the world
Middle finger up
Everyday I fight the devil, always in
[Rasheed]
Battle in the field, shoot to kill,
Put a couple up in that coupe DeVille,
Scoop a mil, got a few to chill,
put a nigga on ice in
Audemar by the cuff link
Fuck a xan I ain't bustin
She a fan so she coming
Ask your mans I'm 100
I'm shining hard water running
Pussy you don't want no run
play wasn’t even by me it was my lil dawg
Let me gone & shut up cause im done talkin’
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