Lyrics:
Lil' Wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin' on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck
of killas
Lil' Trav, nigga, the bab nigga
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one
to god I don't trip and catch a 187
I asked my momma to keep prayin cause I need a blessing
Cause I'm surrounded by Killa's wit guns in their possession
if you enter the zone, just leave me alone
I just need a 40 oz quick, and lil quick fix at home, and you know that
I’ll be good
I’ll be good

I ain’t
the sky
May God Bless
Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure
The 40 Water call mi "ski" (hey)
The most aggressive
I was raised up where we say "blood"
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know
stop me
Get you smash for a lil roll nigga who the fuck gone stop me.
Bouncing thru this bitch like I’m a gansta feel that.
You niggas banana head come
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice
Intro: [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]
Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips playing tag
aint nothing
ay ayo man
K Chrys :
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips
Steady .9-technism thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain't knowin, that's just too damned bad
I'm from the killa kali westside
Where we ridin'
killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall
See I ain't with that boy
Cuz all I do is grab my
9 and break a nigga off
Somethin' proper, I will make you
them nigggas gonna slide
No talking just do it
Get spicy
You be hanging with killas
With them niggas you big
By yourself you was tiny
I be painting
Booze God shit, Killa Kali what up, Boom Slapp on the beat
Always on the track like it's Figueroa Before you get the bread you gotta get the dough
the scandals
Gucci flip-flops, Birkin sandals
Yeah this lil b*tch hard to handle
Country talk, from Alabama
Then I know another ho
She like to pop up at my shows
Sip on the selections, get embodied by
My spirit, get money on templates
I’m lifted stick with it, dog on my own
Fuckin I’m tryna bone, knockin at my
know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil Boosie keep his mind at ease
And God kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But
Started hittin' hustle when I was just lil'
Then I grab me a mac, I say me first piece of steel-ah
Killin' motherfuckers, god as my witness
A young
Huh i’m wit’ lil’ Kilo
Hrr
Young nigga jumped off the porch (Huh)
When I met lil’ Kilo, he was 13
Kick down the door, that’s his favorite thing
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
I was calm but my palms started to get sweaty stomach got queezy
you was at a party drinking bacardi i didnt like it but i just
a reason I'll cut cha breathing
Killa
I was raised by a pack of heathens
Wolves, Hyenas, and Lions
Somebody told the preacher
Reach and Imma teach ya
Even
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
One time...
[Backbone]
SWAT's, drop-tops and 'gnac
Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat
Can't a day go by, one of these villians
I pulled up to da club fresh as I can be
In dis bitch wit all dem members we da ones They wanna see
Got a section fulla baddies poppin bottles by
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