Lyrics:
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in between my gun
Before
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A
is buzzin'
Kin'folks come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya,
of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got
soldiers is ready
Benjies on benjies is heavy, man
Benjies on benjies is heavy
I'll never sell my soul for the dough (oh la la la)
Let 'em know (hey nigga!)
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians
La costra nostra, we moving through your hood
Let it all be music people sing a song
Let it all be music
Let's sing it on and on and on and on
Let's play the music my kind of music
Let's play
like fa la la la la la la
I'm not Lil Wayne but she lick me like a lollipop
But I put my balls on her neck like its Mardi Gras
Getting pape all day
on
Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we
might do it just to show you
I might do it just to show you
I might do it just to show you
We be like la, la, la, la
Say I won't sell my shoes and take
for guns and drugs
Guns and drugs you can check my resumé
I been locked up for guns and drugs
Guns and drugs you can keep all the money
I'ma just take
with the diamonds
Dancin', uh, yeah, yeah
(Dance floor with the diamonds dancin')
That's why you cop by them bags, uh
(yeah, yeah) in LA i smoke that
my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm
let it
Die
Even thou I- can't hold you I-feel you close by my side
I- am burying you deeply in my thoughts until I- die- from the depth of my inside
La
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in between my gun
Before
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For
be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I
ignorant fools
Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule
Verse 1:
Me and my man contemplating
Aye Geez
How I
What I said on that hook again cutty?
Matter fact pass me another pill
I'm bussing you heard
Holll up
Gun Powder in my DNA
know that I'll always be true
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Gonna shoot my old
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