Lyrics:
yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
It's murda (Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda)
[Chorus]
merchant
Live by the laws, die by the rules
My gleam play the part of a fool
Now hear these jewels from a wise king
See what my eyes seen
Ten year supreme
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal,
'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
Falls
I got that drip
I got that sause
She got that drip
Look at her body
I got the juice
I think i'm Gotti
And i'm in the yo with the money bag
I just
Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes
[supreme]
Ain't no time to waste, we in the race
All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place
M.f.c., way for life, I'm here to let you know
nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock
Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he
the TRE to Iraq
New Orleans Georgia and back
Man my niggas thuggin', too
With nothing under a mack
All in Cali and Texas
My niggas they stress this
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
demons in tha mirror
Wicked as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa
Witness I'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran
NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before
diapers, mothafucka
Long live Mannie , long live Gotti ,long live Kool pac,long live John John , Supreme, I love you, nigga
Nigga, gotta run that shit
or whatever
Whips, phats cars, new kicks, Spit That G
This is how we do it
Word up, it's like this, check it out
Check it out, yo
If you got ladies (Spit
that's how you feel might as well grab that respirator
Don't by crying for yo Mamie nigga
And toast the Bel Air if you hear me nigga
Cause the money look
Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings
Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin
Spread
lead
And what do yo rhyme even matter
After you licked you ain't worth shit we get what we got and we scatter
Back to the crib, divide this here, my
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
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