Lyrics:
down, yeah, yeah
Down, yeah, yeah
Baby, we down, yeah, yeah
Down, yeah
Ooh, my last I'll split it (split it)
Partner in crime, I'm wit' it (let's
And everywhere I go they know my name (and what you claim)
'Cause I be reppin' gang gang (gang gang)
Posted with the gang gang (gang gang)
Pour up wit
[The Game]
See the bitches be wantin' a thug
And the ladies be wantin' a gentleman
If you don't wanna fuck wit a thug
I suggest you ride wit
girl
[Chorus]
Watch me as I
(?) through the pain, I walk through the flames, insane
Wit lyrical scatter and spit that'll splatter ya brain
I'm
and up to par.....
Then you're doing it with the r...
Doing it wit the r....
Something new and to keep you doing what'cha doing
This is for you
of fifteen cents?
Y'alls got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent
Sleepless nights, alligator t-uh-tears
Mommy arguin wit' my daddy, daddy
I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, motherfucker
What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick
Your girl's poonany's packed like the freaknic
We get redicu-down-diculous
the story?
You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me?
Adore me, don't let that cat catch your tongue
One time wit sunshine
on top, on top, on top, on top eh
Look at how she make it move like jelly man
You know I gotta get a shock wit this daddy can
You can have a brother coming
the drama or gossip
My heart is your hood my
Dogs niggas I rock wit (Get away)
Before you get clapped put the
Tougnes to two loose
Have everybody
Since were all gangstaed up we
Gonna do it my way
Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist
(BK) Home of the chrome deader list
(Oh yeah) Willie Dynamite drop
They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I probably send him five
Kill down cannon wit' me Crippin' tryna kill a 5
Oh
We finna Run Down on him
Fuck yo barber erase yo temp
Play wit me you gon get zipped
Young nigga flyer than a blimp
Big dog, you a shrimp
This 30 got
ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, even though they try
45 years, in this like a homicide
[CHORUS: SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
send, I'ma rip em'
I'm added to society, mainly wit my system
Run and put em' in the truck, like a kidnapping victim
I'm papa so they pushin me harder
My
of the song
She take it down low and mover her hips wit it
And then she take it down low and like her lips wit it
And then she take it down lower cause she jig
steel wit em
I know about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, share my last meal wit
out dha twelve (why?
) now I'm at the double tree I got a lot of hoes
(but wat?) but you should come and fuck wit me
(come on) got her singin like
Well fuck you too
Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how i gotta be.
With a murder on my
gone die this year. I'm jus wild runnin reckless wit no sense of direction so expect the unexpected.I got that POME yeah I'm infected I'm product of my
Picked the wrong day
I ain't trying to play
I-I-I ain't fuckin' wit' 'em
Tried to cross me
Keep it on me, on-on-on me
On me, on, on me
Keep it
Im back wit aveagence to rob the rap game for expenses
And I forgot to mention straight space age pimpin
What a great way of living swimming in
niggas wit' the shit and play wit' sticks like percussion
SOB RBE that's the gang bitch
We came up from nothin' now we famous
I know niggas hate that
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