Lyrics:
by the code
Its true to our soul
So don't disrespect
U owe me some money
I fronted u something
I'm coming for dat
Fuck put da guns down
If niggaz wanna
wait til the day that I bubble
They know that we on
Growing up
Always in trouble
Dig from the bottom
Like shovels
They playing my song
One of a kind
Aint
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
niggaz
I had to learn can't trust in you niggaz (Yeah)
But I know my bitch yeah she riding for me (Woah Woah)
When I get off track she guiding me (Woah
Georgia nigga
Down by law is you a pussy or a soldier nigga?
Trap scroll same thang,
Street shit gang gang
Real niggaz make da world small,
We on da same
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
live by, ways I kiss by
We all murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish
these Niggaz hate the way I have hoes gone
Cut um off like lil bitch Dont call my damn phone
Fuck them hoes I know im right ain't never been wrong
Im gone
BOOSIE
Only za and it’s strong big loud in this loosie
Really y’all niggaz YALL goofy
I’m on yo top
Coofie
Got straight drop
Roofies
Y’all nighaz cops u
' cake
An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run
Before pussy niggaz try their hand
I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home"
An' I ain't
niggaz be wildin
Hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey
[Krayzie Bone]
Awwww shit, guess who just stepped in the club
Them niggaz that don't give
in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like
[Chorus:]
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good
Straight up man, don’t try and spin it/
Involved, engaged in the rage of the hustle/
Based on the way they play the game and it’s trouble/
Excuses ambitions
to burglaries
Been chase by the cops in my city
Got opps in my city, they still tryna murder me, bang
Woo, oh you wanna see a shot to the head
Tell my lil brother
tical
Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical
Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick
Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make 'em
this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
Had 2
Sat in da trap kuz I had too
Flipped a few packs kuz I had too
Stacked a few racks kuz I had too
Stashed a lil cash kuz I had too
I’m on dat
my niggaz are plotting right now
You already dead lil nigga
Be careful lil nigga
Cause all of my hittas are shootas
So how do you want it lil nigga
Be
the work, got COD for da work
Lockin him in if he tryna spend 3 for da purp pop dis shit by the P for da dirt
im grindin ridin all of dis cho wit me zo wit me
niggaz
And I ain't using none these hands I'm off the hip with these niggaz
My lil shooter always wildin' put a zip on these niggaz
Niggaz chattin' always
smoke by the pound aye, shorty in love with the sound, aye
I stay drinking that brown
Reminisce how I came from the ground
Whatever I'm doing they follow
like my name kareem
I started horsing making niggaz watch the shit they say to me
Got sick a lil disrespect and niggaz had to pay the fee
Only one way
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