Lyrics:
fight vicious
Y'all easier to fuck wit than white bitches
We nice wit this, y'all better stand still
Must've forgot the fact Vinnie Paz ill
I doubt
fuck you Lucy! I said hate's a strong word, so fuck you
Look at where I'm at now. Fuck wit me now
Fuck wit me, fuck wit me, fuck with me now)
Surfing
noticed I'm right here wit' y'all?
I cover my face because they do not need to see
I ain't no gangsta or no thug, I am just being me
The world smells
(Wooh Wooh)
Yea
I know y’all show love, but I know that y’all don’t love me
I be looking fly as fuck and you be looking dusty
I be in my element, my zone,
( I ain’t even gon front... niggaz can’t do what I do cause, I’m a one of one. On top of that I’m Different By Choice)
Nigga, I’m Different By
wit what I been mixing
I can't really get enough
Know imma really run it up
Fuck what I'm missing
Drown out the noise like
Shut up
Fuck you don't
Which one of y'all gone die tonight I Caint decide
ain't no standing in the middle gotta pick a side
set em up drive by gottem hit he died
I
or clappin' the gauge
I was a nigga wit a strong arm like Satchel Paige
I'm tellin' you dawg I'm the wrong one to fuck wit at all
I'm the type that'll set
Niggas can't fuck wit' my clique
Who wanna put the money up?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they deal on it?
I hear alot a niggas
frontin' wit no artillery
So what your girlfriend got to do with me
Lil' Scrappy gettin' cash and cut your throat for free
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck
Zaytoven
Yeah
Talk a lot of shit
Real boss nigga, I'll fuck a nigga bitch
Talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll
Kush by the pound, so you know I'm steady blazin'
Why the fuck you hatin'? This the truth that I been sayin'
Smile on my face, and I ain't even playin'
gangnem', no cuban
How the fuck I get upset over that shit?, I'm only human
How the fuck you leave me all just by myself?, Like where have you been?
I was
back the fuck for you end up talking yo the rocket
Imma walk to yo grand mama crib Wit a forty all up in my pocket
I was skrrting down memory lane
back
Uh nigga shut the fuck up wit' all that chit chat
I need 10 bands to get yo' bitch back
Niggas say they off the lot, we gon' flip that
on the Luma Bulletproof Car Like Obama Fuck the Karma HiT that Nigga while he Wit kids NaH Man I might Let’em Live
Walked up in the club Shook hands wit thuGs
Niheem, nigga
Stack Gang, Stack Gang
(Jupe, jupe)
(Niggas already know how the fuck we rocking man)
Y'all booters be fake ain't no punting those
Its
these niggas can't fuck wit
(At all)
Every since I could remember
Been The Don
Been the bomb dot com
Look me up on ya phone
If you ain't know bitch now
off the X
By any means ima run up sum racks
Maybe later I'll relax
Momma told me get sum sleep
My flip phone keep ringing wit cheez
My Og jus ordered
keep on calling
What you know bout Pimp C, What you know bout Trae the Truth
Pourin' 4s, Iced out grills, music always chopped and screwed
Used to live
take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
(Preach on) y'all niggaz comin up
I'm the type to grab me a spear and go javelin wit it
My head hit em in the core they say I'm grounded ya dig it
Crickets
Fuck y'all niggas
That's ok
by the head
That’s just the merciless fight
Ay
Y’all talking shit about vagabond
Like we ain’t on
Shit
Y’all forgivin
When’s the last time you heard us
I’m geeked up I’m on molly
It’s gettin hot
Pull up in a drop, she wet like mop
Yo plug outta stock
Y’all guns be props
When the fuck I ever flop
Niggas
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