Lyrics:
(fool)
Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool!
Yep that's me on the motherfuckin' mic-a (mic-a)
Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viper
Who
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
straight thang
I'm straight thang
I use to ride the IndyGo
To the dollar fifty show
Back row and I'm getting throat
Brookside school 54
By the bandos peeking
page
Gregory Hines, so mines tap by the bays
Bedroom wit'cha, long nights and short days
The way to keep you jonesin'
'til the sun comes up
Mos def,
LEGEND LiiKE KAREEM
ABDU-JA-BAR
ii SCREWED CHA BROAD
SNAKED CHU
FORTY-2 FAKED CHA
OOPZ WHOZ YA BOii?
WHOZ YA BOii??
HEZ BETTER OFF DEAD
LET THAT CAT KNOE
that neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat'cha quick (who?), my grip
Failing this to some type of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it
while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'mma throw myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said,
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'ma throw myself
serious shit
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'ma throw
to introduce
We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that want to 40-deuce
So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me
You're gettin killed in
And we lost a couple members
He used a be hooper now he carry
A gun he out w them killers
And we don't play safe when it's
Time we gone get cha
only if we talkin tennis
that's zero zip notique you can holla bout some business
authenic never timid
we don't hestiate to squeeze forty glock bless you
at'cha
Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture
Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again
Forty-thousand years ago
Pros say we didn't reach teens
Never really got into all the why's and the how's
Cause you know I met the beast!
And I got wise!
Seeing
one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
to strangers
Bang wit glocks, bang wit 40s, and hammers
Glocks dat don't jam a bandanna I'm banannas
T.v. cameras damn he got damned em
Trick off wit dimes, I
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
with Sony I got distribution only
Know these nigga fake and phony know they really ain't yo homie
I be riding with my 40 while I'm driving by my doly
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
out to Sam Raimi (come get some) Bruce Campbell (haha)
(Come get some) yeah (come get some)
Alright, okay, look
Uh, dead by dawn
Swallow your soul
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