Lyrics:
Gats by the punani (uh-huh)
For brown-nose pussy crushers
Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers
Drive a Benz, no Miata (uh), this honey's got
by 3:00
Waited in line then ya paid for ya chick
And I got all the same but I got it for free
All of my niggas be tripping so watch
What you say when
own b
If making me the problem
Helps you get by
You passing up demons
On my dark side
You going up mountains
That you can't climb
You asking for a price
the Nine
You will truly find
The sign
As I bring along some friends of mine
From order no quarter, no dropping dime
F.T.P. will be the answer
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
A piece of me is half of this paper
You mother fuckers buggin' over shit that I say but
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger
When I'm bitchin'
you went and did it anyway
It ain't no problem
You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin'
Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits,
a problem
But you fell in love 'cause to you she was like a supermodel
And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
It ain't no
my enemies
I be charcuterie
Goin ham with the cheese
I get it by any means
Wake up
Wash up
Pressed out jeans
And Aye black tee
Cake up
Boss up
I hit
big dreams
Got enough lies need to read between
Don't trust niggas, alone I seem
With my own problems, no, I never dodge 'em
Didn't have the money,
And I'll kill rap game for your ears and mood
B.I.G in your house, so give mé the loot
You have some against me you are not my dude
Black & White is not my
with every problem
Narcotics may calm my nerves
Temporarily it might solve it
Its going on in my noggin
So dark now I think I'm Gothic
Big Red got his
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
commence,
Saddam has gone insane for declaring jihad upon the United Nations,
This will surely be his demise,
He's developed biological weapons and ready
Welcome to the Itty Bitty Titty Committee
Where no one gives a shit if you are thick or kinda skinny
Everyone is on that grind so what's the problem
Hit a lick on hoe but she know what i do
Shooters be guarding my back
This bitch is survival and i see no rivals
Work on this hoe then it's viral
Like I'm supposed to be nigga
I really have no problem
In being
A voice for these niggas
For real
I did it by myself
Yup
I'm really out here posted
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
mean a thing to me
These niggas be wiling
These bitches be Whiling
But they want no problems
I'm bouta im bouta im bouta
Let it Bang
Bout to let it
want war? We want war. I got God. I got God
You don't want no deep problems. You don't want no deep problems
Blessings on blessings, So you know I ain't
a fuck about how much you got
She don't care if it's a little or a lot, no matter what she bought
She was lied to so many times by guys in disguise,
out
You must be so so crazy
Bitch you ain't holy Def
While fathers wit' our problem ho
You ain't holding check big dollar bro
Got a thirty collar throw
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