Lyrics:
out your mouth
You might as well put on some heels
Cuz niggas is bitches
Bitches be acting like niggas
They swapping genders, I ain’t figure
Man I’m
lit, I don't want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS
I'ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? yeah
Hit him nine times, if he
and your mic ? on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second,
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
open now (oh shit), we have a warrent for Eazy E's arrest
Oh shit
Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em!
Man, what did I do?
Just shut
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
was Duck Hunt
I scare 'em
You saw me and thought you saw three
Cause I could put your life
On pause like dogs feet
And you don't wanna Top Notch dot
I put the gun down, beat you with Bruce Lee
My bitch set him up, I rob him, waist deep
Better put gloves on when you finna handle me
Halloween masked
(OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock
Let's Go
Assemble courage
Clench your fists
Take on the streets rise and fight
We are sons of the land
Take down corrupt dictators
Time for
I was talking to my brother the other day right
And he ask me like
You just came home how you get back in your bag so quick
I'm like you know
Ain't
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold your nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck
yee-haw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none
down, walk that nigga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause
the save the day (bababaaaa)
Extended fucking clip will put you out of yuh misery
Y’all tweaking off your drugs conversations speak wizardry
I’ll pull up
Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life
JM shorty's on the run
Cocksucker go get your guns
Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
JM
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
Put the money in the bag and I'm running on side with the gang and the goons (with the goons)
They switching sides from red to the blue (to the blue)
weren't eatin' for days
Now money comin' in like your girl backstage (yo, One)
Still step in my white tee, roof down
Uptown, it ain't hard to find me
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