Lyrics:
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
all night I'm on a roll
Till i makke me a kkill
Just to makke a lot o
Did a buck off of my
Shit and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental, I snap quick, very
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
Then ____ cause he grabbed me by my britches
Can't believe he tried to play me like his bitches
I tried to school him but I tripped and fell
The other
By the time this gets to you the language will be nonsense
Words all lose their meaning by the time they leave the tongue
Some songs ain't about
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
Breakin bread and break 'em off with the Swishahouse man, what it do
[Verse 17 - Chamillionaire - imitating Trae]
So they don't wanna get it
Really really
a crowded room I feel by myself
Everybody's fake I guess I'll keep it real by myself
When I catch a fake nigga doing fake nigga shit
He gon' be mad
trying to stall him
This right here is all that I see
T-R-A-E is all that I be
Same thang different day
Gotta live your life by any means
It's the same
Only change you get from Trae
Is how I'm treating your ass
Don't hit my phone
Better call that nigga who
Be beating your ass and by the way
I really love
But the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either
So I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip
While I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by
on the block together
Damn it'll be okay
I got a certified plack that's on the way
Trae Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta
Ride for the dog
Gotta grind for the dog put
It
wings
Look at all these slaves with they
Fractured arms up and slings
After being vigorously snatched up
By the puppet strings
They can't tempt me I'm
It don't take a million big ones
To feel like a million bucks
You don't have to buy a plane ticket
To get a little high and live it up
We pass
buck
I been slangin', major base, I could batter up
Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck
But I'm cool, body language break the barrier
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda
[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture
the criminals were gone
The gate was left wide open
And a buck and fawn
Were eating grass in the courtyard
When the warden walked in
And took a rifle
from
in da black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by tha D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid thoroughly
I start
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
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