Lyrics:
yo step better make the right pick cuz if you really don’t you’ll be running just like Rick this is what happens when you think ur slick i roll by
like Boston
Did it by myself, I ain't need an endorsement
Woah
Police be everywhere, got to look both ways every light I'm crossing
That's a box that I'm
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
Cause niggas will have you locked up the snitch'll be your man
Givin police the run down on your plans
We're never goin down like that
So I, shut my mouth
solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block,
hoe niggas sure better keep her
Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time
Tryin' knock every bitch so they all be mine
And I ain't never, ever gone change
that switch
Nigga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city I ain't with that baby mama
They killin' teens, they killin' dreams (it's murder)
Yo, come on we gotta stick together, we all we got
Police taking shots and I ain't talkin' bout
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
invincible/ 'cause it might be many or just one thing/ roadblocks/ Heavyweight Building
Helps to be invincible/ 'cause it might be many or just one thing/
out Chicago
Aw man
Everybody from the Go know how it goes
The killing by police
They can't keep it under control
Its gotta be a way for us to prosper
side
Workin ot had to get shit right
Might fuckin od from this god dam mic
Watchin from the nosebleeds but im lookin at the sky
I Aint runnin from police
What might that be...Dad?
D: It's about your cat, Poster...
J: You wouldn't be talking about Poster Nutbag, now would you?
YOUR CAT DIED!
Poster is
first hit them streets I was all Alone
Use to think i had to clean this dirty Money with some soap
I was Raised by some beast so I might have some
streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
Just might fuck your niece, yeah
Velcro fold like crease, yeah
I mean they that's not their pronouns
Oh no don't play around
Oh lord don't play around
He been in the streets
Still might walk ya down
Police might
Kilt that pussy they might
Lock me up for homicide
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse
was another branch
He had a tattoo of a grim reaper on his shoulder, not a fer-de-lance
A large pit viper of central South America is what that be
It's
be
I ran the money up by my lonely
OD on the money I fuckin OD
Don't be actin like you fuckin know me
Y'all be moving like the fuckin police
OD
they police get behind
While we to hot might do the race
In a hot car
By any means I gotta get away
Can't tell no body what I did
I gotta take it
these clowns
I might fool around
Am I a fool or clown
How bout both
Watch it dude
Where's your friends
You got none too
Do you get beat up by your peers
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
I'm relyin
On a door to be open, goin in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, they try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the staircase
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