Lyrics:
the Hubba Ledge or EMB
Shout out to Tommy G and Ray Barbee
Cause there ain't no party like a Bay Party
When Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted
Show some
falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
I live by the code and it's death before
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
sittin' right by my side all day
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's
Bow Wow
Me
Omarion
Here it comes
L
B
Dub
Gae
T
U
G
Yep!
a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, are-O-see mang
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's
trunk)
That's in my trunk (that's in my trunk)
That's in my trunk (that's in my trunk)
They talkin' down (they talkin' down)
We get it crunk (we get it
genius kev
Holguin, big boss, chipped up in a casino loft
You think we got here by luck?
You better knock it off!
Inspiration, and influence to the ghetto
it tonight (what else)
Only sixteen, way too tight
But age ain't nothin' but a number- number
Baby got her hair done by Shanda- Shanda
Nine nine
by the half pound
Come and get your fix and tell me how the slap sound
Now I'm bout to rap now, gotta speed it up start snappin on the track now
Get
what, what it do all my macs and hoes
Hit the jack and roll, we get it crackin' though, thorough
How's the dank? Swear I smoke the finest
So
on the track, you know it ain't whack, hand on the Mac, ready to
Attack, let me tell y'all what we like to do, we like to have a few and we chillin
With the crew,
Sleep with the sharks in the Bay
I'm out the yea where they back up shit they talk with AK's
Niggas in L.A. trigger fingers itchy to spray
Call it
jaw
Knock out ya teeth
Then smile and say "Let's go eat"
Red Snapper oysters and fettuccine
Givenchy snakeskin and florals
By Riccardo Tisci
Have you
see the scout who told, it's gettin' peeled right now
L's up 'til I die, blood, sweat and some tears
Death jam they send me, complete by kid
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
the street so I'm a die by the street
As long as I'm alive his daughter'll never need
We used to be this close
But now it feel we this far apart, me
of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called
Sosa, baby, GBE, baby (That boy Cassius)
Suitcase with a MAC in it (Bang)
Bag with some racks in it (Flll)
Put the two door up (Beep)
Now I'm back
Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
I'm the Lethal Weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
If you're in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
know how it's goin down
No surrender no retreat no takedown
Beanie Mac cookin up the track
That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back
Make
bitches just like photosynthesis You thinking how it get to this
Block you niggas out like curse words by censorship
My worst verse, eclipsing ya
Got
pills nigga, we sliding round with extends
I'm ridin round in this Benz
50 rounds in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for
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