Lyrics:
just a grimy hater, I'll raise the crime rate up
I'll beat you up, steal your drugs and I'mma try them later
Soon as I get on methadone I'll make your
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
of a gangsta beat
All my homies tellin' me
Ain't no love for a real G
Straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We
busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on your trunk
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
check my history eventually you'll get told the same nigga big dogs a damn fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my own rules damned if I'mma change
em I already know
(Ha, Bitch)
Already know
(Ha, ha)
Already know
(Boom, bitch)
Already know
I heard he got haters, I already know
He a dog, he
money multiplied
Down and dirty hooked up with my phones
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
And we blow big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty
to slow down the quick come up?
Of a hitman, what wha what what
You can tell by the walk and
By how the chain swing
Got the kinda money most niggas ain't
why I gotta take a cruise up town
Playa hatas jockin me just because I'm starched down
Ballin out of control and my AC blow cold
Big Moe all up in yo
goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a f**k
what might help to get her home (get her home)
You think that lame ass demeanor gon' make her wan' come and see ya
Should've listened to BIG, you dead
I go!!!)
Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock
Hustlers on the block, busters gettin' shot
Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop,
down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa
to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome
But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
and see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler
Playa hatas perpetraitors fakers in the h? n flеsh
You can tell a busta bitch coward by the way he drеssed
Get so buck and call em out from yo yuff
playa, I'm far from a simp
You can tell just by how I appear, can't do the stock, just look at my whip
Big dog status, come to my kennel, look like you
groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's
drop these words inspired by Big
Only love those who love you too
Only trust those who trust you too
Only hate those who hate you too
And never ever
on what's next, be next
Bet you by the dollar
Make you holler, where them Benji's at
Come on out your pocket
Don't be stoppin'
What can happen,
[Chorus]
Bitch excuse me for being a lil bit under the anger
But you bitches, side picture, got you haters live in danger
Make a stranger punch you
We famous decorators
Outlaws with the force, with the Money Makers
Wu-Tang, when we bang, we be regulators
Player haters can't play us, 'cause
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