Lyrics:
drive by shootings et cetera to get a liver
Fuck all yall freedom or death aint nothing in the middle
Stand up fa yo own nigga believe in nothing that
I whip out the jake
Said my dragon is long
She fuck wit da homies
We all took her out
She playing the station
She multi tap out
Community rules
In
life so dangerous
Real shooter yeah they bang with us
45 turn you to angle dust
Fake shooters y'all can't hang wit us
Touching the streets and my niggas
patience ain't long at all
Nigga don't fuck wit me if I ain't fuckin wit y'all
'cause I'm ready for the world but is it ready for me
What you see on TV is
them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I
my niggas you niggas ain't wit us
Real from the fake we all know the difference
Can't fuck wit them niggas they
Ain't from the struggle
& i ain't goin
niggas, say
Fuck y'all niggas we don't trust y'all niggas, say
Where I'm from
Niggas still ride on they enemies
Mike G, infinitely supply by Hennessy
I'm wit it, I'm shining (Ah yeah)
Y'all looking hurt as shit (You hurt)
I don't give two fucks about it (Uh-uh)
Been going through it too (Ah-huh)
Why
said I ment it
I swear to god I'm wit it
Masked up hit the lick
Smoke a spliff an Forget it
Y'all on that sidewalk shit
Y'all on that sidewalk shit
still fuck with us anyway
Don Ro and Trae fully loaded with automatics
Bitch we tripping, when coming your way
Watch what you say
Cause fucking with
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
it now
I can't fuck wit the rest of you clowns faggot
(Hitchcock)
I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon
Slang rock
fuck playin' fair!
y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
y'all think y'all goin' from heaven
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
It's amazing to me homie
That nigga's you fuck wit dawg
You don't know the truth about these niggas
Till ya'll fall out the more you show a nigga
this, y'all bring it out
To tell the truth it excites me, I scream it out
Sick wit' it, ain't a bitch that can get wit' it
Admit it, I'm that bitch you
get hot like summer
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
Bitch y'all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
Mr. I
on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the
Stores
nothing to see, move along
Ya'll ain't fuck wit me at them local shows
But you need me now to put you on
Ya'll hoe's ain't wanna fuck me
Ya'll hoe's ain't
know me by Now sooner or later you'll get the Picture
Im bouta snap these niggaz prolly Thinking im grazing my thumb and My middle finger
Yall niggaz
The headphones is on fire dis time around
Styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these niggas, man
Can't fuck
come fuck wit me
While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check
Stomp niggas out take respect
Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump
I sips
Level 3
Yours counted by the years
Our level wit centuries
Bloody wings , after kill , flee the scene
Lucifer up in this B! yeah, how a little lake
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
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