Lyrics:
should never be doubted
All true stories, appalled if y'all worried
For my land I'll ground hogs, applauds to Bill Murray
Called by God's glory, faith
wanna be killa but not for reala
Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla
By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it
When
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
tell me what happened when you rob a goon ?
Shot that boy so bad his friends wanna' get murdered too
And fuck a army shoot by myself, so they still
There's nothin' you or anyone can do, this is my nightmare
I've got to get out of it myself, just as I got into it
First uninvited tech I hear
jet Chris, Dior sweater
Glock not, it's a high tech, it got a nice lever
I'm the empire, that's my acceptor
She gon' get an A, I'm the professor
She
I'm running with the
Tech they call a ref
Man I threw my dog a bone, I told him fetch
My dope is loud
I can't hear you, what you say?
(Boy speak up)
better be saving your thoughts
Boy all you got is a cape, I make the nation go off
And nigga who put fear in your heart, respect me
Take it [?] 'fore
Sipping on this high tech ya my cup be red my pockets blue
Call me up a eater from the south side an she coming through
If she try to spend the night
Saturday night by the beach
Only seafood he eats
My whole body a feast
Broke bitch you are not a treat
Last night I was on the island
With a tech billionaire
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
I had a thousand roxy's at the Marriot
I told em meet me at the Citgo
Right there by the Save-a-lot
Now boy you know
I aint meeting nobody at that
gonna manage
Letting off Virgina Techs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus
Gotta spaz on cowards
Every twenty-four, every half-hour
Niggas be trying
Bitch Ima shoot I'm ready for action
I'm holding my gun we gotta subtract them
Your man is a bitch that nigga be cappin'
Your boy is lame I know that
prescriptions
Higher than ghost and he gon' build a stump
Boy, we don't smoke weed
We probably steal from police
'Cause they be stashin' more drugs than me
Then
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
shocked
Yeah a nigga slurring with the snot
Okay a lot, yeah I get that guap a lot
Be pourin' act, be pourin' tech
Be pourin' drop
We pourin' drop, We
celibate
I just be busting my shit for the hell of it
I got that za, you can tell by the smell of it
Or by the look of it, I'm finna book a bitch
I want her
[Master P]
(LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh
[Snoop]
Sup P?
[Master P:]
(Ha ha) That's some real shit
(Where the hot boys at,
Where
to pay ya debts
Duck when we around lil bitch you not a threat
No apologies man we coming for ya neck
Try me fuck boy it'll be your last breath
Run it up,
around, best cough up a check
Or your bitch, better give the neck
If not, you getting chin check
Cause the venoms be breaking necks
We repping the set
Situations change
But I swear it's still synonymous
Got the beat from Mass
Signed sincerely by Anonymass
Aye
Real G's move in silence
All that shit
got cup full of something
Bitch i am a player, aux in the tech, I'm working on budget, still don't be robbing
You are just a hoe, you wanna fuck me, you
a Tech9nine Skeme
Westside Gunna Butchered by Benny Freddie
Was a runna with Kung Fu Kenny
Organized Konfusion of a Freestyle Fellowship
Jedi Mind Tricks
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