Lyrics:
me I'm bad business
Aint shit funny about me and this aint a rap image
Say my name enough times, I'll instant transmission
To wherever you live
a jog,
You seem to be just like Pharell Williams sneaking up on Snoop Doggy Dogg.
INF3.
Hey bro, what did I ever do to upset you am I by all means
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
hall and take the judges wit me
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be
the inf.
Dot on your head, take all your strength
Yeah, I'm in it for the green
I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
My
the inf.
Dot on your head, take all your strength
Yeah, I'm in it for the green
I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens
My
the judges wit me
[styles]
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
need to hear
You go out on these niggas necks man
Yo really wanna know my overview well fuck you
I'm unapproachable
Determined by the state of this rap
(Watch a nigga come up)
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
(Watch a nigga come up)
Born hustler, niggas got to get
me fo'
But I aint finna go out like that
Fuckin wit' the Inf Gang, I'm G-Mo Skee
It's the Inf Gang, it's G-Mo Skee
Ridin' wit' the Inf Gang, I'm G-Mo
tattoos are the shit
Add a big encrypted markings
And your tattoos look like shit
A blind kid scribbled with marker
Burn rubber - Parking lot
Tires
the judges wit me
[Styles]
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get
a bag getter
And I swear INF going up, we ain't no going out sad niggas
Heard some rumors being spread about me
Heard shit being said about me
I'ma just
you'll get bodied
Killers do killings for hobbies
I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me
Like Whitney did Bobby
With the future I'll take Ashanti
I'll
the underwater, make it from the slaughter
Even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
Some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit.
Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this.
Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh oh.
Verse One: Sheek
a jet
All the vets know I put it down like im takin all the bets
On my mama
Look I promise ill take care of all the threats
Co de put somebody by
the vision, them diamonds is hitting, it shine like a prism
I'ma pull up with that inf' beam and a bad bitch with some big dreams
Your shit peaked in twenty
mean the shit that I be comin' with
Should prove that life on other planets actually does exist
Give a fuck what you tell me, I done heard enough
"yeah! (yeah!)
It's been a long journey getting' to
This motherfuckin' point of this crunk juice shit. (what?!)
But we done got to the last
That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit.
Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this.
Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh oh.
Verse One: Sheek
I'm high as a mothafucka
[DJ Paul]
Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing
DJ Paul - Lord Inf'...Crunchy Blac fa real bussen
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