Lyrics:
the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
And let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun
all of 'em)
(Whichever one was winning, that's my side)
The hearts of men
(I wasn't fightin' shit)
(Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I
in the shade
Self made I got it made
Different ways to get paid
Big houses by the lakes
Lemonade in the shade
Self made I got it made
Different ways
get you cut off like a dam
Run a nigga over inna Hummer
Knock him to the side down deep in the gutters
Hit em like the Plague in Black Summer
Skirtin
the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way they perform
It seems the Klan gave
drug niggas
ski mask and bloody gloves niggas
triple beam niggas
skimming for the green niggas
them mean niggas
them million dollar dream niggas made
whole world crumble
Jumbo wombo combo
Rockstar royal rumble
Put a lil sauce in the gumbo
Block a nigga shot like Matumbo
Look what you made me do (Look
playing
Checkers with Dominicano lost!
Then I had to get ready for
My visit, which was Tez, Mack
And EI that was a great visit i
Miss them niggas had chow
Get situated, get keys off table, then leave her 80
I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
Won't wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
of them losses made me a warrior
Counting dollars worth pounds off ounces in the emporium
Holding something that can pop crowns off a Victoria
For any nigga
mothafuckas hurtin'
Niggas never no bluffin'
No perv'in
Lil Lay the great
Runnin' this earth
I'm ready to serve ya right
Nigga done paid my dues
And took
the wu-high
Flip mo's on ya quick got a few sides, woo
Comin' from the sick side
When niggas goin' shower posse just to get by
Stay true never switch sides
Yea,
cocked, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
On 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin'
That's where a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin'
it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
ready
Holy water, the Pope baptized
I see that you're shawty for your size
Never playing no games, you told you my bitch
You nigga, you niggas is toast
Ready or not, here I come
Ready or not, here I come
Ready or not, here I come (OK)
Ready or not, here I come
I say visualise success nigga put
Bama Bama
(Ah we ready)
The #1 prospect in the nation
(Who)
Cortney Kentrell six-star baby
(Six-star baby)
Recruited by Peanut call him Nick Saban
the Hearse
Bet they know the truth When I pull up
Man, these niggas want no smoke
They just wonna roll up
Highway nigga
That done made it to the finer
a pork chop meal and we all dead body
With extra gravy nigga, bottles said he couldn't save me nigga
Ya man done tried to grab the gun and made me killa,
the newest Mozzie (the newest)
I been in the lab wit' Nas, been in the stu' wit' Mozzy (my niggas)
Soon as he got back from the D.R., I made a move wit'
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