Lyrics:
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
burn baby burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the twelve gauge mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface got a big gun in your face
backbone, huh
We gon' see who gon' last long, huh
And I got that 4Gen, like I'm 4Nic
He say he a gangsta, show me
You don't open up then I'm kickin' yo' do'
house
Big John on that goddamn bass
I'm 22 with a motherfuckin' beer belly
Some say I'm a OG already
When I was young I had the lust to pull
the back of the trunk
And put your face in the brake light
You six deep, so what? Me I'm by myself
But you know what? I cut one of y'all real bad
Pops is
wanted was a fair chance
Mr. Clause was never treated well by the people
That's why his mind became twisted and evil
Gangsta Claus is entering your house,
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
something freaky
They tell me she the business
The chain clear, stones never cloudy
Sixty 'rats or better, nigga ask about me
Certified gangsta
Please don't
[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'
get laid
Stayin' soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough
I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
I ride
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
The forecast is calling for snow everyday
For the rest of time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Gangsta grillz)
B-I-G, put your heels and your lace fronts
Couple of pistols and sticks with the monkey nuts
Society crazy i got to stay dangerous
Surrounded by gangsta's and i know they go bust
Surrounded by
didn't expect this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Put the gangsta on me, make me feel I'm in
and I'm classy (ay, yeah)
Got some street soldiers that'll blast shit (bow, bow, bow)
Keep a big bust-it 'cause I'm nasty
Pistol by the bed when we
Gangsta's Paradise like Coolio
And I'm always surrounded by dimes like I'm in the groupie zone
They all wanna do me, ohh
When they see me cruising slow
Ese
gangsta, the way she shoots
You found a thug, I'm down with you
Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head
She's at the bar she's
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from
-My homie, LB, he told me about this army
Motherfucker who's got all the
Guns we need! Not that old
School Emmet bullshit neither
- (I'm down, let's
will be flipped I'm sure
Long Beach, right by the water
Respect is due when you walk through the border
Line, if you don't you might find your face in
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
and a gangsta's intuition
I hops in my 'burban, limited edition
I'm lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that's my mission
I'm through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be
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