Lyrics:
the way he died you know
He died in style"
When you from where I'm from you
Look up to Craig Petties
Trappin' out a four door
Bordervilles and Box Chevies
seen purple
Keep it in the circle
Reach the ultimate high
Number 9
Verse 1:
This land ruled by dutch masters
cold hearted bastards
sipping
block out the son?
Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch
The in-crazable voice box, I throw you boys rocks
Diamonds
hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks alarm today
I'm that bin
to you and your boys
And if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise
(Devastating to your ear)
I devastate the crowd while the record spins
to you and your boys
And if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise
(Devastating to your ear)
I devastate the crowd while the record spins
Baited my swag (Nasty)
Fucked up the re up
Get cheese wit my team
I keep it between us (Mmm)
Went on my boy (Mmm)
Codeine by the liter
Pints out the bottle
you could use some commas
The numbers don't add up boy you want greatness
Dr. right now mothafucka we hate patients
Now put your hands up like them
She said boy you don't ball you're just being cocky
You're number one you spelt no one wrongly
I know you want it but Na you ain't getting it
My behind
quick to go diss Free Neph he was dumping the clip
Rule number one dont get shot by a bitch an we smoking on sh he got left In the whip
can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order number three with a super-sized
but the oldies on, Mob business boy we're looking like some Corleone's
I can't say nun but I told you so, rolling down the street got nothing but
ah title
Cuz relationships ah end bad
U by my side, u are meh ride or die and then some
Number 1 inna meh life
And mi doh need ah next one
My best
reason I won the fucking black box
I gotta pop pop pop pop pop pop
Like that pussy owned by a thot
Coz its J-A- to Y-D and they ain't like me they not
I
of all the shit we been achieving
The Situation sour watch I up it
Get to squeezing
No co defendant cause they hear the numbers
Get to singing
If you cant
on niggas with out the numbers
Ones that said that they slide but they never done
No confessions them boys gon sing like Usher I'm too clutch when I shoot
talking to myself
It's getting comfortable
These days I was thinking outside the box
Raised by a widow but I don't feel like an orphan
God blessed the lil'
at her in slo-mo
I know a lot of professional crooks caught up by the feds
Them don't play... Them boys bust heads
So when I had her meet me on Topeeko
My
boy
I can't make the pussy talk back
You got broke dick
Ride with me
You got to walk back
Yeah
He know I'm different from the bitches he be dealing
breath, I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number
Let the gat
breath, I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder, I wonder
If a nigga like me's goin' under
Take a number
Let the gat
gas by the bundle
She trying to get wild thing to pull out her bundle
I wait by the mail cause i get a good number
Can't shit hold me back got to go up
with homies who know when I show distress
Put trust in 'em I know they knowin' best
I ain't a number to 'em
With these numbers you
Couldn't get into
jump out boys
Scream freeze
Guess he cold
Break the rules
Prolly lose yo life
Im guessing
He told
Get one life
You lose it
And you cant
Comeback
Yea
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