Lyrics:
Hit me i like that
Hit me again!
Okay! I go by Weezy F b, that's who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new ID
I beat up the track like the new Ali
Uh, yeah,
Ride foreigns, but we slide in them Chevys
Big balls, niggas, so my condom's made by Hefty
Suck dick on some strange shit because she
Christmas to whole lotta red
Lay wit my gun even when I'm in bed
Not gonna listen and fuck what you said
2 to 3 bullets been busting his head
Few years ago I
ass talk to much throw bullets at him
Now he paralyzed
Gang still mad as fuck he paralyzed cause bitch
He should of died I fucked his bitch
I broke her
I let it rip and up close so watch a temple spill
Mad blood everywhere but who says I did it
Bullets stay caught up in my gun, they wouldn't fit it
Form
Records
Ha huh
Tuffside
Ming lef bodies like shells on street
7.62 make dem look like dem fell from feet
Frank strap like a seat belt in a front
Bullet-Proof Vest
Protection is a Must in this city try to adjust
The dangers in every corner be careful in who you Trust
I find myself surrounded by Demon's in
control make 'em go underground
And we taking out his eyes if he scoping around
The bullets raining from the smoke in the clouds
Hopped right off the porch
me nervous
Got creek water in the Mason jar
Them stop signs got bullet holes
Where dead bodies get covered up
By rednecks with them backhoes
From
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
Now here's a one on one on how to spit barz nd verbarlize/
ccknowledge me m from the skul of rap i got the syllabus/
Its rap art lyricist born nd
sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could
a buckle (hahaha)
Can't block bullets
Slugs blow off a knuckle (blaow)
Can't find a pulse
No blood flowin' is muscle
"Ran stop wildin'
No one's goin'
comes to knowledge acknowledge it's acquired hence
Cats be shooting me with rubber bullets
To me they mullets
I know big guns but i prefer to meditate
Was bragging bout robbery they had done
By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet
I'ma play racist (and what?) and make niggas run
tongue
you gon lose your tongue
don't catch a bullet while I'm tripping
I might just blame it on this codine am sipping
hope for the best prepare for
be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like
to a bullet & gun
A lotta nxggas don’t make it out where I’m from
The fathers are never around to help raise their sons
A lotta nxggas don’t make it out where
myself with no gun
Everybody askin' me, "Where you get your coke from?"
Underground like archaeologist
Should be in the psych ward for what I do with
the bullet
Dying by the gun
And I see this niggas tryna copy
But im one of one
Bickin Back boolin in the lac
Lose a pack, bet I get it back
Flipped a hundred
him so damn mad
So he would always stick his boot out
When he saw the cops comin', he'd start a shoot-out
Bullets were flyin', by-standers were
me that's word to my pow
They don't know what, what the fucks goin' on
What the fuck get outta here
Let me go and do this by myself
Got my 4-4 from
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
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