Lyrics:
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews
Eight fools dead, a baby too
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
with a fuckin' grenade
One man army, only two things in the world could calm me
Wet pussy and that bomb ass chronic
I'll never back down, never back
Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style
Verse 2
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
it's like they stuck
from making niggas duck from Glocks
1 up (1 up)
1 up
1 up
1 up
2 up, 3 up
He don't want no mo folks dead
He just tryna be tough
They hit my blocc we had a shout out
I mean really had
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
[Nutcracker]
I'm lossing my mind yo I'm outta control
Heal your mind take your time fill our soul
This life I live, do you know how it is?
Rough
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that
Hook:
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front
I’m broke but I don’t give a fuck he’s a lame
Yeah I’m a broke ass nigga but I can afford to put a lil bag on your head
I’m in the Trenches I’m looking
my money buckled ??
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass
family (Stack it, stack it)
If I stop it better be because I dropped dead (Brrrt)
When is pussy not food? (Hmm...)
When is dick not a fed? (Hmm...)
And by
enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they
Stai departe susto
Tare ca o crusta
Cum intra pe usa II BAG PULA PA SUB FUSTA
Remember them days i was dead broke
Now a nigga flood out the bando
Ready
diamond chains (burr)
Titties perkin', ass pokin' out
Got my dick so hard, see the vein comin' out (damn)
Probably won't get no star on the sidewalk
like, hold up, what I do?
Better yet, 2k for a walkthrough
Lil' bitty bitch come fuck with the crew
Percocet keep me focused, homie, slowly
Like I
'em out
Watch them stiffen up i was hitting juggs
You was on yo ass hitting blunts
Bitch said I'm broke
She the type to pick a nickel up
Hoes used
[Featuring 2Pac]
2Pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
both claimin that they in love wit you know who
Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew
and let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts
[chorus]
[kon artis]
You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin' classes
Breaking glasses
Damage crews by
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
this nigga lets go
Get set, go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo
bounce that shit
Now here I am, chillin' in the 212
I got my shawty by my side
And my two live crew
Makin' noise, wakin' the hood
Fuck they gon' do? I got
throwing ass, lil bitch give my time back
Anything else not apart of the plan
Anything else not apart of the plan
Watching days fly by in a time lapse
lame bet yo ass chose the blue pill
Hollow point leave em' singing like Whoville
He left his snapmaps on got his crew killed
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