Lyrics:
Wars on, that bazooka rise
Niggas get neutralized
Suicide, this is suicide
Tell 'em seek and you will find 'cause I'ma lose my mind
Kick a nigga
business
I started as a boy but as a man ima
You can tell the people that I love'em
But I'm on some other shit
This world fucked up I'm tryna get rich quick
won't put 'em in a safe
Money talk to me
Ohh that boy he broke you can't relate
Money talk to me
After buyin' tell 'em keep the change
Money talk to me
it's not about the paper
Friends no they fakers i see through ya make up
Run and tell it then i'll have to gun em all
6 feet the body put ya soul in
ladies trying to have the baby off of this kid
I'm not kidding, tell by the way ya'll wrap it up
Sometimes fact is fuck it, the notes until the glasses
it on a nigga back
Tell em give me all the money
This ain't no movie you ain't got to act
Tell him that i'm fucking looney
That i will murk em put them
no brains (skrrt)
You can fall in the dirt right now, lil' nigga, you ain't still got no stain (still go no stain)
I can tell by the way you walk,
tell you twice, then I won't be so nice
If you keep comin' back, it only means you know you lost a fight
They wanna talk shit, let 'em talk shit,
all the solvin' (yeah)
Been thinkin' 'bout my friends and I can't tell them what is wrong
Send 'em all "Okay", then hit the button, I'm keepin' strong
hear
Stomp thru the street make 12 call dispatch
Strut like a model drip damn near mismatch
Tell em pull up wit the cash like I'm kidnapped
Coupe
of em
You don’t even gotta worry bout it girl, I will never tell ya secrets
I ain’t even gonna lie if I tell you mine, tell me would you keep it ?
Pull In
the years that I known her, trick never had a job
Unemployed that'll get a bitch depressed
But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with finesse
[Intro]
Reporter: So, tell me... How do you feel about 'Jack the Ripper'?
[Evil Thriller laughter]
(Get him!)
[Verse 1]
Want me to get him? Well I
got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
Trust me I can get 'em all
They say I stride like a model
Curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit
I'm from a city where everyone claims
They never wanna live in
Many suburb boys and girls who
Are always quick to dissin'
But I'mma hold it down
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
I come through smellin' like sex
Ain't no tellin', I flex
Fuck that, tell 'em I'm next
Bank emailin' my checks
ShadeRoom, tell 'em I flex
You
the shit is temporary
Exchanging fuck faces, making hella noise
Getting freaky as fuck and go and tell my boys
Cause It's like that, that's how we do this
to sip through a straw
Walk up to his casket nigga laughing, put a slug up in his jacket
Tell him if I ever see him again even if it's hell, I think
everybody green
Two shots for the boy I hit em with the beam
I be in the trap trynna run my racks Up
And I'm having runts for a zip it's a rack boy
Try
with
Bad bitch ashamed to even say you ever had it, yeah
Gotta hit that snap, that boy's a wrap
Tell em back back back
Lady be careful, that boy is
the block
We'll do our best to call him out
And tell him brother you're the same
Sounding lame, by the end you'd think his mouth had gone
Real men are real
like the bottom of my shoes, boy
He play with gang and we gon' put him on the news, boy
Man, these niggas they annoy me, I treat em like Newman
Blow
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