Lyrics:
You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead
Talkin shit'll get you smoked quick
No need
(Duck Alert)
(Duck Alert)
(Yee-ee-aah)
(Eat your ass up)
(I don't even remember how this happened)
(Eat your ass up like a steak ???)
(The Crew
and now I'm ridin on the radio
Your ass ain't no DJ, my advise stop playin me fore
[Verse 2: Smoke]
I'm ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin
In
or middle
Fingers up to your whole crew
Now it's 2: 58 and I'm
Running late for work
Running meanin' stuck in traffic cause the
Home Depot is finna jerk
I
wouldn't survive
That's why I quit my nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four because
bitch niggas, like you from easily trespassing
Nickel-nine, shine on your eye, then you see fire blastin'
Get off my premises, aye yo, Lord, is you
bitch niggas, like you from easily trespassing
Nickel-nine, shine on your eye, then you see fire blastin'
Get off my premises, aye yo, Lord, is you
Battle for your mind like Israel and Palestine
Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days full
the crack
In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond
aight with you?
Yeah... keep bangin]
Chorus
Outro: Uh, check it out... '9-4 shit for dat ass
Uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior Mafia, reprasent.
aight with you?
Yeah... keep bangin]
Chorus
Outro: Uh, check it out... '9-4 shit for dat ass
Uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior Mafia, reprasent.
bullcrap, if you wasn't wit' your crew
Or wasn't drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?
You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
through a glass? The only thing that’s true is your ass girl if I die young but slowly did I live fast girl I just don’t know how to dance girl I come from
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled,
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
battin up, with homeruns
Sacario four album and I'm droppin this summer
[Chorus: Sacario]
Live big all my shorties you know who you is
Spend that dough,
studying me like
They could solve it listen close
I got a 9 times 5 i pop 3 times 2
Add drama
Take away your respect and divide you
In half
For your math I
the gut
Four mil' in a month
Your career in a trunk
Last album, nigga was
Whole aisle full of duds
Album cover for the buzz
Put the Rolie in the bust
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