Lyrics:
Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from Down South
Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from Down South
to die, we multiply, by the hundred
Fuckin' by the thousand, leave me out ? so grounded
Beatin' up your soundman
Playa haters and players, we give um'
I ain't scared of anybody
Bitch I ain't got a penny on me
I done had so many try me
I swear I got fire on me
I been chased and beat down by the 12
I
be on some other s**t
Pull-up on yo block let the window down decapitate
Member when I wasn't str8 they wouldn't f**kin' w the kid
Ni**as nowadays
solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block
day I wake up, nigga, I'm beatin' the block down (for sure)
Country boy comin' from Georgia, he finna score like five pounds
Nigga play up in this
beatin' fast
All I see is police lights
I'm a million dollar nigga
Still gamblin' with my life
(Gamblin' with my life)
Left by AutoZone, now I'm ridin' down
in they books
Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now I'm riding in
beatin me down
Swear a nigga sick of losing where
The fuck is the wind at
I gotta fight harder where the
Fuck is my wind at lookin at the road
Damn where
Bitch I'm rollin in the cut
When I'm beatin down yo block
Make sure I keep dat gat cocked
Don't get rock
You runnin up
I'm gunnin up
In kitchen
lane, and I ain't leave that for a second
We was beatin' niggas up, until we went and got us weapons
We was beefing with them niggas
We ain't get down
pull up, I'm beatin' your draws off,She suckin me up,she get lock jaw
Like, baby, I need your love I'm sorry, I ain't pick up your calls, yeah
Please,
I remember beatin down the block
Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo
Everybody rap, though they hood was compton
ain't to windows open
The bass beatin' the block down
They know when we rollin around
Leanin' to the side cool and ridin' threw the "A" town
Holla
Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money
By all means instead of 2 beat, call me
Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base
Lawyer paid
Nonstop nonstop
My place is on top
My house my block
Got son on lock
On lock down
See anywhere he goes Im wit him
On a mission lock em down like a prison
you ina spot then put a lighter up for me
Swear they gotta know that someone got a heater tucked
Fore I got the strap was down the block & beatin niggas
Poppin' them perks, nigga slow down
I can't think so I keep pourin' up this wok
7.62's beatin' up his block, got a ARP with a bow stark
I don't miss,
To the devil on the crossroads in a bottle while he pissed
By the railroad that's why trains ride the rails but still miss
It be the best people on the street
samurai split you now ya moms miss you
You in the backyard brutally eaten by five Pitbull
rollin' down the block
Beatin' in somethin' so nice
See I ain't workin' for a livin'
I'm livin' life for a givin'
And that's how it's supposed to be for all
need a hit
Got plenty for your opinion if you looking some diiick
Beatin down the block killin Shaq 808's
Moved to LA... in come the hate
Like a summer
(Turn that shit down Lil bit
I like to feel the beat I just feel that bitch too much
That bitch beatin' my damn head off)
(You know they like they
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