Lyrics:
niggas on nothing
We can give you that issue
If you really want one
No pat-downs
Cause I'm totin' my gun
It's a full smackdown
I'ma go CM Punk
Slide in
shit
We been at this for years
Back when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby Frank was gettin' his
So if you ask me, why my fondest memories is bout' shootouts
at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your
a fuck (Damn)
I, know she for the streets
It's just how it is (Damn)
How it is you flexin' fake money
Shit is counterfeit (Yeah)
We makin' real moves none
when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
Cause I don't wanna die slow
My funeral will be full of my peers
People that never gave a fuck about me
the time of the streets, yeah (I do)
Shit can get cold (oh)
Stick to my vision, set out on the road (road)
Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know
the streets at night
When my pops had a house full of crack hoes, trying to hit the pipe
Smooth player, baby, what I'm saying, baby
Gotta pay me, baby, make
to bag it up (bag it up)
I like the way you work it
No diggity
I got to bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby
Haters gone hate
So I don't give a fuck
And these niggas gone
Kiss it and swallow my nut
Bitches be mad that I dont Entertain them
You full of depression
playing games with her tongue on the tip wid it
I'm thinking girl how you so slickwidit
She tellin me she wanna go for food
Ahhh
I'm like baby girl you know
talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
to shank you like a ceratops
Leave you wet like when the bottle of sherry pops in ya grill
Its phat like little babies licking cock
You disgust me, like
Shorey]
Need someone to be my (baby)
Kind of girl you find in the club rockin those (baby) Phat jeans
Gonna find someone to be my (baby)
..I see some
You do it big I do it bigger
I'mma pipe your ass down
I'mma young rich nigga
I be blowing by the pound
My eyes I can barely lift 'em
I ain't nothing
a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
All tha beats made by kevin a., k-roc you face
Slow it down k, I'm tryin to let em
gwap ah nigga got
You can see baby get full
An ah nigga like to fuck
I gots to keep me a bull
An the arm an hammer tucked
Right underneath
Them your friend clothes, talking 'bout you got it hard
In the club every week, but you ain't got a job
You disqualified shawty, you disqualified
You
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
and night for that Mulla
Goyard on ma chest full of Mulla
You ain't got no excuse yeah
Family is gonna dump you yeah
If you don't work hard for that Mulla
to bust off another
Flee in that direction, you could get it from my brother
At least then you know that you up against G O D
So when we throw those
wanna be the king
Right now,
Almost every chick you find seein' green
Right now,
Pockets full of blue strips, she a cream
Right now,
I know niggas that
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You probably hid, blood in your
this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth so
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