Lyrics:
even trip
I never slip, nigga what you don't see is what'cha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck y'all feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get
even trip
I never slip, nigga what you don't see is what'cha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck y'all feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get
gone (all gone)
What y'all want (what y'all want)
Fuck what y'all on (what y'all on)
I tote the Ak like a trombone (trombone)
Just carry on (just
I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I'm ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you
When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
For
like that
Supa star
"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up"
"Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all y'all punks hear this"
"So what the fuck y'all
like that
Supa star
"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up"
"Yes, the Group Home is thick, so all y'all punks hear this"
"So what the fuck y'all
Yeah! This the original right here
Ya know what I mean? Fuck Death Row!
We gon' give it to ya like this
Wit' my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean?
Daz
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
tooken that
Yo what the fuck y'all lookin at?
Let me ask a question, Rock where the fuck is Brooklyn at?
(Over here) Got my nigga Funkmaster Flex always
wit' y'all (we don't fuck wit y'all)
Back against the wall (against the wall)
Screamin' fuck em' all (screamin fuck em)
Man, we was born to ball (we was
y'all gon wanna be me
Livin it up, while I'm still counting n steady stackin up
I made it by myself, keep it quiet cuz don't think I give a fuck
Bout yo
motherfuckin' hands up)
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years
motherfuckin' hands up)
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years
watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
(G-g-g-grrrat)
30 round drum on my Glock (My Glock)
Pull up on 'em, pop-pop-pop off your top (Yeah)
Y'all nigga talk but you ain't really wit' it (Ain't wit
the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
to prison/
I cant fuck wit ya videos cuz you buyin um views/
And aint nobody at your show so I'm kinda confused/
I cant fuck wit the television, cant fuck wit
at your service
None other than, the Fifth government playin' the cut again
Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again
Yo, hard times and sufferin'
Intro/Chorus:
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit da Books
Yes
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
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
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