Lyrics:
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
Yeah man this songs called big simpin'
It's kind of like big pimpin'
But the opposite of that, JG talk to em
This ones for all my dogs out their
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
painter)
And I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this)
I love paintin' these pictures for the hood
You dig (that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set,
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
Running man running man running man, want 100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
I'm running back straight up to wonderland, bitch I do anything if you say I
Keep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkin
Its time to dead your whole situation
New york is full of murderers, guns and court cases
Baggin
yuh cudda fast like lightening
You haffi drop when coppa start walk inna yuh
All bout weh yuh never invite in
Dat a you, a walk by an nuh riding
Man
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
Listen up I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up I got this
and shit
Dog I came to play my part and that's it
We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam
Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
Two
you get hit in your head, prrrat
Cause I ain't from the city of suckas
Philly is the city with plenty of gun busters
And I go by the name of the hustler
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white
characters around it. An odd bunch if I ever saw one... a starving dog with huge eyes, a nasty looking blue thing, a military man with a grappling hook for
a next verse comin'
I'm just playing man
You could take a bag of this right here
We'll call this the body bag
Lemme put a stamp on this dog right
a bitch named Mimi, don't want sex just get on the knee knee
Trap or die dog, man these niggas wanna beat me
A King is how they treat me, she gon' suck me
hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
I'm with my dogs like everyday
Im getting pay-yay-yay-aid
Im getting pay-yay-yay-aid
I'm with my dogs like everyday
Getting this money we trynna get
dogs all free out the cell, reunite like James and they be Russell
I was trapped in some holes like Stanley man
But God gave me a shovel, He did give me
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds
flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
(God damn traffic is getting on my nerve)
(I see your face by the curb)
Goddamn dog I been
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