Lyrics:
money so I neva go broke I can't go, oh no no
I said these girls just wanna get f*****
Well maybe I do, yes I do
I'm chillin smokin by the pool
Wit BBM
might be the realest sh** I ever wrote
T - I swear to God this my last year being broke
No more being broke
Verse 2: T.U.R.K
Whole lotta fire that's
Woo! Yeah, it's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50, break it down
I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die
And I ain't got time to waste, let's make it
You
Woo! Yeah, it's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50, break it down
I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die
And I ain't got time to waste, let's make it
You
period
That's the way I have to make it
S to K, you better take it, idiots period
Bullshit, I pity it
Them guns shot so loud you
Would think I MIDI'd it
I
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
holla, when I was couple hundreds
Short they didn't give me a dollar, But now I'm up na
When she see me I'm smiling, she want f**k na, Thats our sl*t na
holla, when I was couple hundreds
Short they didn't give me a dollar, But now I'm up na
When she see me I'm smiling, she want f**k na, Thats our sl*t na
[Chorus: x2]
Picture us married you and me k-I-s-s-I-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-I-n-g
She was the modern Isis,
and we got Glocks too that hit you and your whole your crew (rrrrttttddd)
Don't give a fuck about no hoe
She suck me up like Betty Boo (Betty Boo)
I've
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Rings and things rims and timbs
That ain't rap that's bein slaves again
Pretendin
Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
As long as you ain't f-a-k
shops, f*** it
Somebody gotta get dropped, that's my word on hip hop
Rampage is here to stay, I won't stop
The feds tried to get me, and were too
to shop want to buy new clothes
I came from a house not a home
Hard work yeah I got it on my own
Two seater and I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
to sleep and deal wit it every night
And wake up every morning
And walk to the liquor store or coffee
Store shop on the Mersa whats worser?
Its no verse that
You wanna bleed instead?
[Low Lives - Verse 7]
I'm Mister Shorty to the K, the K, f-fantastic
And I'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin
I'm
through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh)
What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
African girl, Adeola
Straite, who are you...It's I.Q. ...taking
These crews out by twos making moves to confuse....who could
Refuse the
Flave the way we shape it like
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
killa, do a murder for the price
So call the ambulance, and put this bitch up on some ice
[Chorus: Repeat 2X
]
(*Z-Ro talking*)
2K3, S-L-A-be ,
Dead or Alive JDK T2A like the blood and the knife
K city Mcs KCH is our life bounty's out for a million and five
Dead or alive dead or alive dead
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