Lyrics:
time, undecided then I drove by it
Benz coupe with the white tires, was a prototype
In the 305, drivin' 105
On the 95, hammer on my side
I've been way
lighting up La like "The Carter III"
Raping the game with the sodomy
Tell all these rappers to get the fuck out of here
Somebody call in a medic, he sawed
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
on the land of the wicked
Genocide to the sick and twisted
By sunrise they be all missin'
Debts paid in blood, now hell's they prison
Body bags, oh body bag
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
Damnit, it's the Bandit, new Hummer in transit
Twenty-seven inches come standard (YO!)
This my people, whether drivin the Benz, the Pinto
Or the Regal,
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
a hammer in your mouth?
When you laid down and cry?
When you stand up and die?
Like the man that I am, fire
Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang
I'm
your reign ends today! Prepare to die!
Begone, foul servants of chaos! I swear by the blood of the sword in my veins, I will never be defeat! For
recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
hit up your hood you gon play by my rules
I came to be king I cannot be kinged
I been balling like two three rip two four
I know you don't get it but
, spotting his love
Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
Above rap, capital G's speak on the facts
Please believe
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinking?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
What you know 'bout it?
You dig?
Weezy the name,
round and I'll collect
That blood money and they'll never suspect
cnd then we can go and redistribute this cash
Call it a scholarship for the kids we'll
pull up hella humble, how he show up like that?"
Like that, imma roller where my blunt light that
This a poquito burrito I call it a light rap, like
See, I'm like a new breed of female
When God made me, He was just showin? off
See most niggaz call a girl, when they wanna give a dick
My shawtys
Verse 3
They want me to rap but I can’t right here
Just call me the Champ, I’m the man the right chere!
Don’t stand right chere, I’m illuminating
Added
I got a couple duffle bags everywhere I go
Riding through my city, what you think I do it for?
No commotions we ain't tryna let them hammers go
La
blood is rushing
Hide your bones that's my Conclude
If I kill him then I turn him to a voicemail interlude
Run the prayers in the comments wouldn't do
bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad motherfucking marijuana crops
Got
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