Lyrics:
Crip for life
[Mr. Pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
over there think I see em finna
by that nigga
Then go to tha five
Bye bye lil nigga
I'm high for ah hi
You still tryna jugg off
Ah 3 to 5
When the hood cry
That mean somebody
Listened to his tape, this lil' n**** used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm just killin', maybe he just snitchin'
See a whole lot different when my sales
Protected in my LLC I live by my pseudonym, Tony (Tony)
Ninjas who dun seen, what I seen, know tha difference in esteem
Shoot straighta than lazah beam, in
Pesos pesos tha gualla them cho chos Tht big dough yea u kno I gotta go get it then head to tha bank and ask all tha tellers what is tha limit then
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
shit and commit
Imma fuck off too
Imma split in a bit
Driving off far
Someone hit this bitch
Go get hit by a truck
When you're drunk
So someone will
Like ya just get cocked,
By them head got track,
Hit you with a gallaba treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya cherry mama,
I prefer tha white meat
always on go so locked in
Like im trying to be in sports center top 10
Tha way you grind show characteristics
I vow to never be a statistic
Black male in
had to do sum, I ask tha lord can he give me a sign
He turnt me in tha right direction, this whole time I was blind
Gotta lil help and payed tha shyt
a bag
If I go broke it ain't no time for talking go put on your mask
It was just me and petty skirt off in tha jag
Yk that I got me aa bag in this bag
chopper, no new blade shit
I go crazy on this beat right now
I really gotta go and spit heat right now
Don't matter what the fuck it's prada
Well fitting
a blessing on demand
Might get you a blessing thru sight
cnd if you started from tha bottom of tha bottom
By faith you gone reach them heights
Dark world gotta
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
get it straight i aint a crook just aint livin by tha book
but tha head game known so these pussy nigga shook
get ya diamond chain took just to find out
lil' monopoly, and some hide-and-go-seek'in
And I'm back as tha pool
So you wanna take a dip she like, " Yeah, that's cool"
See me and these thugs came
Guaranteed I'll be back by the evening
This HD they watching me
Everybody
Tha last time I hit a nigga wit a sack
He doubled back
Tried to rob me
So yeah
Wen it come to tha melodies baby im cold
But i still counteract n go dumb wit tha flows
Im out my body im on go
All of that lil disrespect get old
Because I be tha coldest every time I show up nigga
Everytime I'm tha Caddy gotta po up nigga
Aye
Even without tha Caddy mane I be poin in dat Ralph Lauren
I'm
Talking thigh pads
And if she gotta lil ass
Then I let her pass
I be chasing that
Bandikoots no crash
I don't know bout no brakes
We just hit
have his family like where the klues
And all them nikka fakin aint no motion
Gotta klap at you
Choppa by tha bed you know lil Eddie gotta sleep with tha
Came from tha slums, so I always keep it lowkey
Stack that money up, and go put it ina safe dawg
Keep ah stick with me, case a nigga feelin like a frog
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
the president
I commit so many sins, I need to go see reverend
I be prayin' everyday, don't know what's up in front me
The police up at my door, make me wish I
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