Lyrics:
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
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heard him rhyme
Once you lock a man down, preserve his mind
Check his rap sheet
Misdemeanors and some tax fees
Stressed for a minute
Now he's back on his
ain't hear, "Hut one, hut two, hut three", swear to God them bitches just blitzed
The DEA and the task, "Need a search warrant", my ass
Had a hundred
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
a telegram right to my baby
(Western Union man, send a telegram) tell her that I'm all alone
(Send a telegram to my baby) tell her that I'm waiting by
It's a Big E Beat!
My paint is like, damn! ?
My rims is like, man! Know what I'm sayin'?
My trunk is like, hold up! Know what I'm sayin'?
Know
the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! Yeah!
[Chorus]
I'm the dope man! Coke man! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better
a warrant in your hand
I'm gonna draw along bloodlines
And no I won't listen
I ain't never been known to abide
By the laws and rules
Of these political fools
here with young money man, that's family all around me
I'm in my living room and I got Grammy's all around me
And famous bitches doing nose candy all
Now I know this nigga ain't-- got me on my shit
Yeah, it's B
B L A, man... now I don't wanna sound mad, do I sound mad
Check the scoreboard, boy, we
the ride, I said suppose
Man, I can't stop, make her pants drop
Doin' ninety in the candy paint, bitch, I'm in the damn drop
Man I can't stop, cause this
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
your cell man serving life for that
Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Now for my project corners, go hard for warrants (fuck'em)
Every night I make it,
gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess...
It's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents...
Fuck round n I gotta
Man, this, this one of them nights
You know
I be havin' good days
Then I be havin' days where it just hit me like a ton of bricks
Stay focused
plastic, taste so sweet
Shh Sugar Coated, taste like candy
Shh Sugar Coated, taste like yummy candy
Who's that man in the mirror it's you?
Who's that man
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
doing this here for a while
She on pension
I can tell she likes me
By the way that she dancing
Doing it with no hands
Can do it in a handstand
Candy paint
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Yes so my name's is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause
innit?
It's like Plaster and all them boys, they all know that"
How long have I been low?
When's the last time man had to wait till dark then climb
know Pudgie, who rock the old rugby, kinda chubby
Timbs always muddy, and his wiz is kinda ugly
Him and his man Dudley got killed in an accident
Late
blammers
His warrant it might be outstanding
He ain't knowing indictments is trending
I'm just hoping they might let my mans out
You the type who just might
Mama told me that I need chill would've could've been in jail if hadn't chilled
Got to let the girl go man I love that bitch, hoping she come back let me
As we get on the proceedings this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles
You know I'm
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