Lyrics:
wit the heat
Candy coated rock baller, twenty-chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't ?bout to call her
There's a lotta niggaz rappin',
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his business
[Talking]
As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew
My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz
Walkin' the bloody trail,
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
Game time
and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
In this 97 space age hustle
(so
uzi too
Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?
I got somethin for those droppin a loss
And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car
as a villain
Bitches like me and niggaz catch feelings
Everything mama touch turn into
Hustle and grind and was feeding her children
All by herself
So she
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
spendin' 85 stacks
With them cozy ass seats that massage my back
Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til
Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man
Check it, check it the next life
Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that
snitches hang wit the real niggaz
All my life been a real nigga ma main bitch wit a real nigga
Hustle hard wit sum real niggaz, I broke bread wit the real
survival
What why'all want to do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated,
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
comes an officer who askin' for a search
Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first
I know why'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in
Bitch,
of y'all niggaz
I'ont want none of ya bitches
I bet you niggaz be praying I fail
That's probably one of ya wishes
My friend complaining about my post
I think
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
the dirt
Ain't no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond, california
Niggaz livin for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so crazy
I seen a little bitty
The IRS is tryin' to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin' years locked up in jail
What can I do,
The IRS is tryin' to stress off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin' years locked up in jail
What can I do,
I'm in love wit the money
My feelings is numb
40 Dollars for you bitches actin like bumbs
Tryna get get rich or die hustling niggaz out here dying for
pages
Y'all bitches flip like pages
Some of these fuck niggaz flip like pages
Yuh
At the Westfield Center
Shoppin' like a one per center
My green Bruce
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