Lyrics:
the murder weapon, plus 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 tongue back
Jetted
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck chale, ay, good luck chale, ay
Nuttin' for the police, tryna
the cake
You better be watchin' that back, though
Guns on the table, police might run through the back door
Bad bitches runnin' through the crib, while
play your part then you might get celine , somewhere you ain't been , lemme show you sum you ain't never seen
Late night vibes were by the beach
There
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
pouring 4 my gangsta
He keep him a pole a new Mac 11 I'm upping and letting it go
I might just bust ya lil dome my youngens be reckless
And really put
in the gang, We heard that he told to the police
I spend this shit by myself, Cause I ran it up on my lonely
Actions speak louder than words, The opps
Biggie really you're killing me smalls an I might use
A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God
Can really judge my name so I Wu Tang the way A con
really you're killing me smalls an I might use
A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God
Can really judge my name so I Wu Tang the way A con should
that we draw
And by the way, we're better than this
And all along, it's been worth the risk
And some might fall, but these are the times
And we came for
spirit flop
Never know be ballin’ or broken
Never thought quittin’
‘coz the temptation makin’ this fire goin’ top, top
I might lose, I might lose
But
Me, I never got that grease
You better not count to three
'Cause by then I'll be hitting speeds
You might see me on the seas
I'm on the road
all I know)
What up
It's sad to say that
Hendrix
This couldn't be love, man
This couldn't be love
Check out the way I be glistening yah
I've been jugg and finesse in OT
I've been ducking and diving police
I'm up in Braintree and serving the fiends
Ha ha, Sho
I've been jugg and finesse
the police at
And we scoring, fuck boy, where ya homies at?
Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill
Some of my youngins be on that, they love
(YEAH ) you might loose your life (EARLY)
Verse 2
In the fast life you gotta watch back (GOTTA) just as well you gotta watch your front (BETTA) can’t be
the aisle
You stay worried bout next
I'll be there by the hour
They could hate me
But then ill be hotter than shower
Sour
Revenge been a hell of a power
She
mid-March, I might make it rain 'til September
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich
And pickin' up bitches, in the late night hour
So check it and everybody get naked
This might be a nigga last record
But respect it 'cause I could do it
and everybody get naked
This might be a nigga last record
But respect it cause I could do it all night playa
I'm all fight playa, you all spite playa
It's all
guess that ain't bad, oh, yeah
But it won't be me
All the bad news it might fly by
I think I might turn a blind eye
How dare you ruin my vibe, how dare
Intro:Tat Face
B DOT JONEZ! Whats Happening Homie?! Microphone Jones Get Em!
Verse 1: B Jonez
Sick Of these niggas
I just been grinding
don't go it in me
I'd rather be by myself than be friendly
To a bunch of pricks just to be blending
I don't need the shit it's never ending
to hide cash underneath that old fitted
The mag be extended don't make me offended
I'll go make a deal where I steal something rented
Might Pull up on yuh
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