Lyrics:
It’s Philthy nigga
(Hol’ up, Spiffy in this muthafucka)
I say now
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up on ‘em wit a diamond tester
Pull up
ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my
and I'm twirlin' dawg
At ease wit myself just smoking dawg
This me what the fuck hell wrong wit ya'll
This me don't you see me ridin' dawg
Now can't wang
Bleek ain't the one to fuck wit
Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt wit
I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you
The type to play you close to kiss
we abide, by what we ride by
What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
none of that though, we been unloaded, fuck blowin
I exploded, fuck is y'all smokin, sounded corroded
Y'all know my status, fuck wit dime pieces
Twist
you messin? wit Luck, you pressin? your luck
Got lots of jewels and I ain't givin? 'em up, sho nuff
Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jerz
Come
These niggas dont live by the code no mo
How the fuck you call a nigga yo mans yall hit a lick and you told
He tried to help you feed yo fam the heat
What? well fuck you, bitch
Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me,
to revise, uh
Wait by the bar just to pick up the slack
And that's why they declining yo card again
BITCH
Fuck wit, Chuck
Fuck wit, Chuck, uh
Fuck wit
wit a knife; what type of shit is that? (fuck no)
Ya’ll niggas so whack (whack); ya’ll jus talkin loud (loud)
Makin hella noise; I’m bout 2 quiet that
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
wit y'all
Just because we say we want to fuck we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryin' to make us some change
We ain't impressed by what
shit is real? (Uh)
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?)
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas
least to succeed but I'm back to let cha have it
Now I'm moving on y'all can't stop the tank I'm wit
If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that your head
your friend
We use that term loosely, too loosely
Everybody ain't your friend
Build to last
Need mine, bitch fuck all that
Where that money at?
G's up get your G's up, scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with G-Unit so y'all sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going through something
I
listen to the rough shit
My clique bring
(Throw ya motherfuckin' hands up)
I done said it many times
Busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with
connected, Bluetooth, this ain’t what you’re used to
Fuck your few views, on YouTube
RIP Sweet Jones and Screw, Zoo
The fuck y’all thought this was? (Town)
All y'all stay trippin'
Road rage car flippin'
Monday nights and I'm lit
Tahitian drink in my liq
SunnyD wit no sunshine
Tan lines by the pool side
Yo, what up, baby girl? Fuck is the deal?
Nah, you know what I'm saying
I'm on my way, for sure
Nah, but Kyjuan and Murph
They with me already
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