Lyrics:
I'm 'bout to start dumping
You hear the cries as the bullets fly by
And in the end that motherfucker died
Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you
Uh, move steady, ayy, get ready, uh
Uh, back from the Southside, got my dro
Wild-ass chick, lil' shawty like snow
Calm-ass nigga and my dark side,
the head wit a birck and started dancin
Fuck parole and Pete Wilson I'm so fresh out the pen hoe holdin heat
Like Billy the Kid quick to split a nigga's wig
is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone
Major paper cake by the layers
If these dudes is live I'm the created player
They callin' 'em kings when
is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone
Major paper cake by the layers
If these dudes is live I'm the created player
They callin' 'em kings when
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
blamed it on my fame
I got cupid lookin stupid
But that's a part of the game
[carl thomas]
Ohh the game owes nothin to nobody
So I'm tellin you this from
somethin
Sit and think about the night past, stuffin my face
I'm steady thinkin bout that tight ass - I didn't hit it
But whatever, I ate the pudding yo
Yeah here we come yeah we all set
Against all odds they can not jam
Go play like I'm man of the match
Less and useless act stoopid
Naked like rufus too
looting
When da money calls lil b I'm heading too it
Bandz all in my thoughts have been shot by money Cupid's
Bandz all in my thoughts have been shot by
it get outta my sight
Stay in yo lane and get outta my way
Might not be sane and that is okay
Even in the rain I'm gettin' a pay
What do you gain by
famous
I'm holdin my steel on the side It ain't stainless
Surrounded by hittaz them Itchas is
shameless
I got one in the head and it's leaving him
Buried beneath some rose
My wolfs got extreme grace
For the sleepless nights they took
Steady working no days off
Driving through you know bode thomas
Em
soul ain’t holdin' nun
(yeah, oh yeah eh)
I’m strapped up, come take me
On another side
Or I can take you through the Nawf
Nobody value time
They tryna
enemies
Bitch you gonna remember me
An I'm ready for whatever
Petty I'll never let it be
I can't let 'em get ahead of me
I'm holdin' on
Steady still praying
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
nothin but he's holdin the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room
Cause I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
slippin' (Nah)
Steady grippin'
I don't drop a lot of albums
That don't mean that I be slackin'
I'm just workin' through the pipelines
Waitin' on the right
for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness
I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish
Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit
outta that basement I swear that I cutem all off yeah
Holdin it steady im whippin that betty its all raw
I Gotta get fetty that ferria heavy
See that they
that's my medicine
I done met the plug he look like Thomas Edison
Mr slide by his lonely
I ain't tellin shit
How I'm feeling right now I could nail a crib
sendin' em shit, watch them lil nigga dip
Im holdin on shit that'll make his ass flip
Got hit in the leg watch that boy do a split
Im riding with 5ive he
Will never be average
All in my head young nigga wanted funds
Gotta get cheddar by any means
Nine to Five wasn't meant fa me
All of dis pressure on my
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