Lyrics:
something out, you must feel the crowd
And of course, just feel no remorse
Stand up for yourself, even by force
Rather go straight to hell than
Kiss ass
Look, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Let me get something straight, I ain't never
Been a bitch all these pussy-ass niggas, so They always
Talking shit Yeah,
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
may wake up and do it again
I'm TRU to da game
But if C Murder gotta die
But I ain't tripping
If I die by the trigga
I ain't no bitch ass nigga
or take lightly to that poor shit
I got some punchin' ass scammin' niggas tryna cop a Ford whip
Pull out a band, nigga
You ain't seein' me
Tie his family
to slap yo ass like Rick James did Charlie Murphy
I just keep it moving, cause ain't no time for hatin'
They say rejection is the fuel for the engine
can change
And how in an instance things can be so right
Then bang your life's a maze
I know I'll lay a mic in flames
Cuz how I say what I inlay come
Okay so she gone bounce that ass for me if I say so
Ass up and her face low
You know that's my girl you gone call her by her name bro
Gun shots if
started by the kitchen
Lifetime of hard work shit was gone in twenty minutes
I'm a menace I'm built different what I learned
Respect isn't given hell nah
Crow, here we go
Catch em' on the block
Ooh kill em' like Terio
Flame his ass up cremate em', no funeral
I'm a slam dunk bitch nigga
You a finger roll
the trigger
No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang, nigga,
the trigger
No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang, nigga,
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
while I'm copping over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me? I'm
bizness
Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol
Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga
Hood rich!
Break up to your
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
have your
Things racing like on your marks, get set
Go i'm the nigga with the sick ass flow
In the hotlines
I'm on the corner like a stop sign
By
everywhere, that's bae (that's bae)
Get yo' ass out the car, you givin' Tre (givin' Tre)
We been spinnin' through they hood all day (all day)
Niggas say they
a left swipe across yo face like we on tinder
See, Murdock starts a moth a fuckin inferno
I've walked through flames to get here by now it don't even burn
enough
The flame burn through your being
Real purified fake is disease
Gotta what I gotta do no matter how
By any means
Gotta stay stable gotta keep money
on witcha fine thick ass
Somebody gon' snatch you so I gotta make you mine quick fast
See I come and pass, I don't really wanna wonder
So I gotta put her
that be steady stackin ends
rollin Lexus or Benz with rims and know how to keep it lookin good
Go on witcha fine thick ass
Somebody gon' snatch you so
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