Lyrics:
all the way through. Gotta have one or two of those
This is Bar Exam 2 by the way. We gonna kick back
This is for my nigga Keno. (Shout to Keno)
cut a nigga game off
That pitt knockin' niggas out Jake Paul
I'm a street doctor but my sister playin cake boss
It's all fun and games until they bring
they gon' think you lyin' if you
Tell 'em you met me
The Butcher, nigga, Griselda, aie!
By Fashion Rebels
Yeah, I put a shit bag on you
The Fifth blast
got me sick, niggas got me weak
I don't need a single soul, only hunnids what I need
Fell asleep off that drank, dreamt about a hunnid G's
But I really
maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front
the eyes of a young gutta nigga
Loyal to the game out here tryin to make a come up nigga
Serving lots of jay, cocking blocks
Knockin country niggas out
and that shit
Make an opp do a backflip
I'm knockin em 1 by 1 by 1, call it a hat trick
They not what they say and its tragic
Make me scratch off his face
they nose off just
To spite their face
Niggas get they bros up just to dodge a case
I was knockin O’s off through my Jordan phase
High school with
a set it off; I'm about to blast first
[Chorus]
Hey! Yeah
Niggas know who it is, nigga
It's ya homeboy Young Buck, motherfuckers!
And I just beat
the spot
Buying shit I wanted my whole life probably won't even rock
Strictly for my niggas I'm knockin' Pac
Lighting up a L for my niggas on the block
the four pound
(Four pound)
Lock the fort down
(Fort down)
From New York to Georgetown
(Georgetown)
Knockin' off clowns that clap 'em off rounds
It's war
the Foreign
Squad get lit like we foreigners
Goblins walkin down the street
Hobbits knockin by the feet
Homies out here for a bite to eat
We eatin like kings,
and patience, steady racin
Deal with different phases, when my mood changes
Laurence Fishburne, we fled police chases
Stand by, bad guys, all your niggas rapist
of everybody
If you push me
Chopper bullets knockin' the letters
Off your Stüssy i got warrants in 4 states
They tryna book me
But I never turn myself in
I gots
High step in my timberland boots
Try flexin my niggas get loose
Dry by with yo bitch in my coupe
She
Throw neck while I put it in cruise
High step in
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
Them my roll dogs, fucks with them, oh hell yeah
Shit the ropes off, first one in my family
Yeah, I'm knockin' doors off, like I am the father
And I
Crab niggas everynight
Crip, Crip, Crip, buck buck, time to go off
Crabs got throw off niggas to get hauled off
Crab got lived it out, mixed out or ship
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
[Intro: A friend]
Chill Twan, damn man!
That nigga Big got somethin to say?
Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big?
[Intro:]
Yeah... yeah...
Special
pull up to your block trippin'
Curry in the clip but I'm shootin' like Scottie Pippen
Hot sauce, no drive-by, bounced out and walked up
Taped off
doin this shit' ima geek on the track ima leave em amazed
Doin this shit by myself don't fuck with niggas' I had to get out that phase
Niggas a fraud if
(Ami Tellem Nigga)
Aye yeah
Been waitin for you
Go and check in at the desk I'm on the 8th floor
You been teasin in them texts have me waitin for it
the hood sleeved up with tattoos
Im in the backyard where everything poppin off might get confronted by the hoes that you knockin off
The young niggas
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