Lyrics:
thang, She put it on me, she got that thang, that thang, Oo-ooh That thang
(She put it on me, she got)
You was lacking bitch
And I don't have to be with
you got
Fuckin' with niggas that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it goes in our family
'Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
you got
Fuckin' with niggas that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it goes in our family
'Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
I aint tell you what to do
Just do to thang
This a hit
Gone do yo thang gone let em hate
We got money over here girl we been straight
Been across
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
that boy Pella the motherfuckin' GOAT
My brothers Ty and Stinky Ghost
You know what it is, ill la familia
Only ill gone recognize ill
I'm sendin' shouts
condemned by the hands that are not my Own walk
Easy like Sunday morning walk
Hello how ya'll doin', oh you ain't got to speak back Walk
Mindin' me
made that trek
To San Bernardino, by Rialto way
So we could see Shari Lynn and Donnie Ray
Aunt Francine and Uncle Bob always cooked
Some food in
Till they turn and murder you
So what you gon do when its do or die are you gon stand tall or act a bitch and hide
Thats either one of two thangs
One
didn't mean a thing
Really hurt my heart that you think that yo family don't mean a thang
Really had me thinking that this was the last time
But this time
bump any track I got flows for that
Get you off in the sack girl I'm strokin' that
And my dick game strong so you gone be feelin' it
In Japan I'm Ichiban
my shit on cock 'cause Makaveli said so
If you got to get your money on
From night 'til morn
You better then do yo thug thang
If you buy chronic by
The prettiest woman I had ever seen
With her basket of fish balanced on her head
She passed me by and said
Oh uncle won't you put that pistol down
Uncle please
Kaliborn just so you know
You gone leave my mind
By the the time I smoked that O
Im doing my thang my thang yeah
Im doing my thang my thang yeah
Im doing my
you ain't got Jesus with you
Last Supper, you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you
Side bitch was trippin', I fucked but won't spend
live my life my way
And like I told you eight years ago
It's still my prerogative, don't you know
It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that
I can make the s*** hard
If you got some work that's soft
If if you got some work that's soft
You need a whole thang just text me
That white
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
that thang on me
I neva wanted to fall in love
But who's to say?
You neva wanted to fall in love?
But you fell fo' me, anyway
I'm this, I'm that
and missles flying, the press is lying and there is no denying.
Step back so you won't get sprayed by assassinating cuts that the, that the Mojo lay.
our shit on
Got no G's to sit on, even sold niggas sacks and packs to get on
But let me take you to a place
Where these niggas learn to better pain
myself by my own hand only
Try to be this and you ain’t never
Probably do the video games and slaying
Them thangs and probably got
All mechanics in every
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
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