Lyrics:
don't be listenin
I can't wait until that chain around my neck got em dissin
Found his body by the river for two years, that boy been missin
When I
Time to tighten up no Nissan stadium
Man it's feeling like that part, where I say it's too hard
For the intro or something but nah I came to finish from
[Intro: Midnight]
Yo! This for all my motherfucking niggaz
On the West Coast, on the East Coast
In the mid-West, the Dirty South
Nigga, I don't
you and rape you after work
This thought makes me get off
That’s why me and my friends hunt the
Cunts just to jump on ‘em
When word can’t hurt you
Just
You better off gettin pick a size, tryin to ban us
Either way you put it off, I'mma be heard
That's my word, Stone Cold, Goldberg
Like a nerve, don't
me on my forehead when a nigga sleep
She always say she love me put that pistol next me
We was Lauren&nipesy
She say she don't do gang-members
But she
got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word
feeling down
They ignore all of your cry's for help so even surrounded by family you feel by yourself
You even think of grabbin' the pistol that's by
[Intro - Layzie & Felecia]
[Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops,
cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here
[Fel] One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots,
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
[INTRO]
It's the drought
My drought
[VERSE 1]
Coming up to the point of reaching the edge now
Ain't got money ain't got honey no one cares now
now in comin down
Got a bad bitch tell her turn around
Word
Oh Lo you with Trippie now?
Yeah what? Now I gotta go
Told that bitch kick
of a thug caught in the devil's lap
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
down for the block
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Kutt Calhoun]
I'm down for the block like I'm down for my wife
And if you niggaz fuck with either then it's down
got a call that my dawg got some static
(word) got the car keys and the
Choppers out the attic (yeah)
It's the part of the game
Where shit's getting
and watchin that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat
As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
Penetratin to yo
squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol
Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome
You shook and ain't got no tests, starts the roam
Yo, we
ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all moving crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
What's
A cat who seldom bugs, but tell them thugs,
That I'm known to carry more heat, than welding gloves,
I walk amongst the Gods, keep my head in the clouds,
fiends about them keys, 'bout that coke, 'bout that smoke
Two fifteen my city, man, and we it from 'round here
If it's crazy where you at then, it ain't
Stay Awake Nigga it aint over
They wanna book me for a show out there in Minnesota
I aint trusting shit so thats why I got a pistol
Broke niggas
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