Lyrics:
a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting Aids in the ass
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
should've known, you gon' remember me
I sat on this side and I think about it by myself now
Talking 'bout
It's hard to fuck with you
Fuck niggas, fuck
at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
Man fuck this shit I thought
I mean, this nigga never
Been a leader anyway, man he abandoned
The firm he yelling out Bravehearts but
Running behind Murder Inc yo
Shout out
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make 'em say na-na-na, don't trip
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-na na-na
Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make 'em say na-na-na, don't trip
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-na na-na
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe,
big money,
Big Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Big Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Big Dreams, dreams
Yo Jay what it do nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be
the streets I run
How am this hot and a award I ain't won?
Cause I ain't a industry nigga alright son
But you will pay me for what I've done
Keep ya
to war, Godbless Rita
Got shot by mistake
Niggas got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch
Screams in rage niggas so thugs got pit's
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it,
Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin to stack I
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch
All these niggas and all these hoes in here, somebody here gon' fuck
Talking that, walking that, spitting at hoes
Smoking this, drinking that,
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
niggas be sensitive in the industry, and promoting that shyt that's weak
And I lowkey ain't feelin it, cause these niggas tweaks, so I know they ain't
making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us
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