Lyrics:
there by ya side
And that fuck me up and have me thinkin' what do loyalty mean
Cause I'll die in front my peoples, for my love I ones I bleed
I be ready
to flicking please believe I ain't missing
Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me
Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
I
I thank God me and what I been through
Don't look the same
Praying for Patria I pray them tumors
Stay from round her brain
I left niggaz in my circle
sanity god help me please
(chorus)
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
Puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
Some
don't stop.
Nigga, down for my strap niggaz on their back,
No rat-tat-tat so its on the map. Died come again,
Coming straight out of my jaws,
Got
What's the science, the 411, can't do me none
Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto
Never say die and never settle
For anythin less than what
for everything I does in the public
Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder
How we keep it comin' different e'ry summer
Don't be amazed 'cause of me
you have your niggaz holdin' you down
And when I hold heat I just hold it for delf
Why ask a nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by
, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go
the jacuzzi while smoking on a lucy
Told that bitch wipe me down i’m feeling like lil boosie
A hundred rounds hope I never have to use them
Fuck you clowns
the jacuzzi while smoking on a lucy
Told that bitch wipe me down i'm feeling like lil boosie
c hundred rounds hope I never have to use them
Fuck you clowns
down to
Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too
But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico
He said,
We live by it, die by it
Many niggaz chase it other niggaz cry about it
Few niggaz keep it real but most lie about it
When it comes to me I smoke
arrest me
And for WHAT
BeCause I'm shinning Blinging
Mad because I'm rhyming Singing
Got too much money Got too many guns
Yo pitiful life ain't got no
that
Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think why'all niggaz could really faze that
Beef with me, I don't think you
it's root beer
Ain't no University I got a tech, like I went to school for two years
How many of you niggaz gone die for respect, Slugga, I know, you
to the days of nitty
Give me a Bud, pop the lid take a swig
Give me the other bud, roll a spliff take a hit
I gotta leave 'em how I left 'em down and out
Time to Get tha hoe
Bitch im in my prime see the muscles
And how I'm getting swole
Niggaz said they trynna come for me
I guess he didn't know
I'm coming
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
motha' fuckin friend baby
(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it
wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggaz, you're trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's
attracting heat
Been on the run for 3 years, cuz a nigga told on me
Street life got hold of me
Molded me
Gotta be a G
And Thats that
Niggaz get in these
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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