Lyrics:
'cause Ren has don't got no mothafuckin' name,
When he's shot by a nigga from my mothafuckin' game
The niggaz in de house just kickin' it
Bitches
a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit
was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first
to bitches
y'all niggaz ought to quit it, god's my witness
Or face the consequences, like when Eryka Badu sparks an inscent
You 'bout to get lalla-byed,
with us or you gettin rolled over
But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron
Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children
No way
from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
too use to simpin
Gettin abused by niggaz
N abused by bitches
My niggaz use to dem triggaz
Plus use to dem figgaz
Use to puttin cash in da stash
Makin
darken looking for sharks to wise
Coast to coast man
Just look around Rule' will never back down
And why'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz
Niggaz stay flippin' like pages
Y'all bitches flipped like cellphones
Till I blew up like a Samsung
Now they say I'm underrated
Y'all bitches flip like
killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
'Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose
survival
What y'all wanna 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,
seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash
All my niggaz in the ?, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk
If
a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I
to the scene bitches know it's a homicide
They see the drip they see the sauce when I fly by
I'm aiming for your top I always had the vision
Do it for my niggaz
the dollars
Do do do for dollars
She a lil baddie
She got the cake
Shaking that fatty
All in my face
I’m smoking that Cali
I’m outta space
Wait Whoa
My niggaz
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz try stoppin' me, fulfill him like a prophecy
when I pop up on the scene
Couple hunnids in my jeans
I can't take a break I be making all the plays like I play for golden state
Niggaz gon hate
Bitches
polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
The boy's got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least
on top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick
I mean imagine we said fuck this shit
Imagine if my niggaz got together and tow up this
of bitches fake and a lot niggaz flex
If you looking for the truth, I'm as honest as it gets
So it probably would be best if all you niggaz just
Drop ya nuts
polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
The boy's got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least
people made it, and some of my people didn't
But I'm gonna ball for why'all, big baby
And ball actin' crazy
And watch my back, for the shady nigga
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,
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