Lyrics:
the tool
Choppa kick like mule
Thought u was that dude
But u food
Now the gang on you
Now u tryna move
But the crew
Throwing shot u 2s
Now u on the news
So
bitches by my window
Know they not sisters, they pretend though
Now I play that ass just like Nintendo
Know she wanna fuck, not as a friend, oh
I got two
Your crew do not clap heat
Hold tight in back seats
And dropped off on back streets
Leave you to crack fiends
I really fuck with gang chiefs
Two
dead or dead broke
You goin' end up in the
Trunk with your head poke
Tie yo' ass up with your
Son to them bed posts beat you in the head
Then be out like
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
us scandalous)
And if them runnin' off with me cash,
That ass gonna have to pay the price,
(Meet a motherfucking' po-po, gotta hit 'em with
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
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
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
[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
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
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
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
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
all the cops
It's a 187 on a mothafuckin opp
So far gone like drizzy back in 09
Only met her once but i hit it 2 times
Broke that ass up like a fuckin
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
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
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
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
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
[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
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
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