Lyrics:
Happen?"
Brooklyn can start cappin, Uptown can start robbin
Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
Queens, gangsta lean with green
Word to Shaolin, I
a Mag
You a fag, you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (now that's gangsta
When shit go wrong they always
Blame it on Ras keep that thang on the dash
Bitch with my name on her ass
Drive-by with the pistol while my
Feet
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walk by
Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
Aw yeah, ha ha ha ha
South West Alief Texas not born but raised
I was kicking it in the west
But mostly down in the trae
Or maybe Montrose for
With too many good visions
Too many bad dreams
Gotta keep it goin'
Can't go for anything
Feel like I'm in the sky soarin'
Yeah I fly on a plane
Live by
Nevik
I was born alone
And ima die by my lonely
I'm from the land where they'll leave you die slowly
So much churches in the hood but I don't feel
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
Walk by faith & not by sight
We walk by faith & not by sight, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk by faith & not by sight, aye, aye, aye
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
a 40 by mistake (Racks)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Racks!)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Stacks)
If I take
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
[Trae]
Well it be too many fake people
Claiming that they, be down with us
But it's too many people, that we can't see
Everywhere that I go,
no to anybody
I ain't never, had a friend like him
I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him
He took me to the Kappa for
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
None of these people my homie
I ain't lackin' by my lonely
Na na, nah
Go like
None of these people my motherfucking homie
None of these people my
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