Lyrics:
like I'm Jax
All these niggas hatin', I ain't livin' in the shade
Niggas throwin' shade, but they ain't throwin' hands
I'm a fresh cut nigga, handing out
Niggas talk that hot shit when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these niggas 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash
anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there
anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
take chances and opportunites to all ya'll fucking niggas out there
to make a mill by twelve today
And I can get it done at my mind state
Don't need you niggas fuckin' up my grind state
Fuck the bullshit nigga get
in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own.
So fear and stress sets in as the other groups approached the slaughter house led by
knock all the white out, no racism
That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga
And sometimes we close the safe, nigga
But there ain't no code to break,
(Araabmuzik)
My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look
makin' a nigga phenomenal
Put the energy on you, you elevate
Put the cut on the fetti and sellin' it
Spend the money on me, you inhalin' it
There's
Yeah, nigga
Y'all niggas can't fade this shit
Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail
And sold 5 million
Sold more records then all you
Trick
commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what?
One less bitch you gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out
Yo, there was
in jail
Ho bustas!
Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under
in jail
Ho bustas!
Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under
in jail
Ho bustas!
Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under
sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out
The lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow
Cash Money, Young
niggas not zonin'
Y'all can follow me there
Come on, Free and Jacka, Hus in back of
Trust in Allah and we trust in our strappers
Kush in the Backwoods,
on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard
nigga
Come from my pops so y'all ain't fucking with mine
Come to get down like Johnny Guitar (wow, wow)
What? You think we chicken? Then bust a cap,
killin' about mine (blaow)
Like Claude and Ray, cross the gunline (uh)
Nigga get packed up for cappin' out (pop 'em out)
Nigga pulled up with the straps
We out here killin' each other, but so what?
Keep it up and there's gon' be no Crips and no Bloods
Nigga, take a look around, the crack game has
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
Rolex, gold chain
Fuck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget your name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my
Kurupt
(Eastside, ride)
K- Kurupt, word, I got my nigga Greg Nice
(Right there nigga, right there)
Baby Jesus and the Allstars (babbbby babbby)
Tha
of mine
I need, all of mine I need all of mine
Young nigga I had came from the bottom of the barrel
Get my people out the hood make sure that they're taken
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