Lyrics:
the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We get the dough
Yall niggas pussy
We cut your face
We in your hood
Every fucking day
[Verse 2
sayin', I got one
[Chorus: Sticky and X1]
I want more tecks, your presidential rolex
I want 9 lives, you gotta kill me 9 times
I want air play, from
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
son
Sooner or later, no matter your crews gon' drop
Oh, that's how it is in the ghetto
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall)
Mothers crying
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
my shoes and I Louis my sweater
Flexin' my crew, we did it, we better
Do what I want, whenever
Two door coupe and I'm buying whatever
Gucci my shoes
you use the day of your death before he turn the oven on to cremate you / by the end of this I bet you wish you never wake up / was told the Grim Reaper
get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas
*repeat x 2*
Uh, I get da drop on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot!
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin' with niggas from Long Beach
[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la
[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care
your queen in two jumps
We did the hump, rival crew best prepare
For mechanized warfare
We do it in the trenches
Lieutenant corporal of the benches
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends I'm in Vegas
neglected your feelings and mistreated you by not being kind
Cause I did
Did you look back over the two years we spent together and smile, then laugh when
on sight
(Hook)
Microaggression, Mic, Microaggression
Microaggression, Mic, Microaggression
I might draw a connection, my micron's obsessive
Yeah, your
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
work
And you'll travel to the ends of the earth
(One, two, three,
Three drops of holy water)
For your headache
(Holy water)
My grandmother can't live
roosters
Two words Fuck You ,your crew you losers
Couldn't handle one what the fuck, you gon' do with two
Need to quit throw in the towel call truce
No paid
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro
your pockets and your jewels go smooth
Fore I draw out pools of red fluid and you take that one last goodnight
And it's on on sight
And it's on on sight
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm
I’ll intervene wit M16’s and kill yours/ have your blood stains over hardwood floors/ drizzling your blood over glass doors/ and the result is, dead
save us
Boy you gotta stay focus
They got catch you in the motion
They'll be nothing left, you'll be open
Either draw your card or expose them
Fuck that
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