Lyrics:
down kid bUCK 'EM DOWN
I got a crew of pistol
Bangers that's real live
So welcome to hell, pig
You won't survivelong
Cause I refuse to get locked down
to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little
light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot, fiends is cooking 'em
Little niggaz
that a nigga
heard of
Bitch pull your skirt up
Give a nigga what he want the little hook a better heard of (word up)
give me the jimmy I pull my
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
grinding tryna make some new
(Oh woah)
I can't let em' put my face on the news (Hell naw)
Seen a lot of blues lil baby get a clue (Blue's clues)
Blue strips
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
I'mma give em hurricanes until another levee break
You
and I give 'em hell my little niggas still making sales
My little brother still in that cell K.P.D want us all in jail
Bitch I ain't change I'm still
The greatest that's alive
And I'm a give em hell for it
Until it's heaven on earth
My nigga
I'm a give em hell for it
For whatever it's worth
My nigga
a little more
C'mon give me just a little more
Give me just a little more
More
Give me, give me just a little more
Just a little more
C'mon give me just
did, take 'em hostage.
Terrorized and tortured your ghetto resource, a big payback (payback)! Little Lay that
Little nigga with scrilla.
And bitch I
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
ya mouth just like a hoe
Tell ya bitch ass hit the door and tell ya bitch to hit the floor
Hurricane I gotta go hit the truck and fuckin roll
Hit em
dress
Give me the motive, they know I'ma show up
And feelin' me make 'em like you less
In this industry, all I see is pussies and
Dickheads like group sex
Oh what'cha doing?
What the hell are you doing?!
Oh what'cha doing?
What the fuck are you doing?!
Ohhh what you doing to 'em POJ?
Really, wanna"
and bold
Give them a kiss and then give 'em hell
So foolishly ducking away
Just arrested development
I'll testify on your behalf
To make sure you're
think of me when you think
Of jay-z think of kiss
Fif' or Em when you think
Of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick
Up this little stinky bitch
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it
heads up, little leap-way little more time
Some kind of radar system locked in on love
I got a feeling by the time the night finds the morning
I'm gonna
on a fat bitch
Real big mistake
My actions always surround my words like parentheses
Niggas soft as hell get in the booth and rap soliloquies
The shoes i
he'd be a little boy
But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes
'em, yell up
outta my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level. They can't stop me
and pop me. Nigga, they got me? Fuck no. Little Pac
gets
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