Lyrics:
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
As the car sped on its way,
And she whispered low,
"Say you're all right, Joe,
You just won my heart today.
As the car sped on its way,
And she whispered low,
"Say you're all right, Joe,
You just won my heart today.
As the car sped on its way,
And she whispered low,
"Say you're all right, Joe,
You just won my heart today.
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
on 3 we slidin' that's on gang
Lil body killin' shit in the game
I don't really care yo man fuck the fame, I'm just a low down dirty shame
Like Bib
heavy Chevy big motor 454 in it
Shift kit chrome pipes turbo boost Oak dashboard digi
One time fuck dem, duck dem, dodge dem, run for it run it
Crackers
Hey, it's kind of shitty
A motherfucking pity
I sit reminscing about my nigga roe
My nigga joe died at the age of one four
And it's a motherfucking
love you so much, mmh
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame
You hang all my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I
and The Outlawz
80% of y'all publishing
"Hot game"
"They calling you hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"It's a shame" - Big L 'Size 'Em Up'
MC's ain't spit no more hot
it's yo' thang
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, glistening, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, oh no, well kiss my ass
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
Anything I wear start making blackface
Best believe that I kangoo
Like the hat
Or a damn sweater
It's a low, low, low, low, low,
Down dirty shame
That we
As the car sped on its way,
And she whispered low,
"Say you're all right, Joe,
You just won my heart today.
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Twelve shots hit my block
And left my niggas departed
It's a shame that these
Snake vultures niggas coldhearted
In a dirty world where only God know
Yo
favorite Runtz
Couldn't swim with the big fishes so the nigga sunk
Can't forget my baby my burner nickname Timmy Turner
Yea, extended magazine Double XL
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
a gang of kids and a mustache
(It's a motherfuckin' shame I can't
Remember if I fucked you)
You dirty, dirty, dirty ass bitch!
You're rotten your rotten
a Lincoln on hold
OG by the O, shit my mans and 'dem grow
On the low he blend in think he regular joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
wants to hold us back
As a matter of fact
I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene
And everyday they're doin the dirty work
And layin it on us
kill a nigga like cancer tho'
Dem Boyz N Da Hood keep .44's and Calico's
454's under the hood of they Supersports
You know it's goin' down when they
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