Lyrics:
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
Let’s head out there on January 1
We’ll ride around the circuit, by now you know the way
It’s an oldie but a goodie, it’s our fondest roundelay
So
brain
This is thug life baby I bet this dick will drive you crazy
Hot sex in the Mercedes
Who's next to try to play me
I tote techs and make babies by
by time it gets dark
Ayo Jay, I see that bulge in the back of your jeans
Hope that's the God you Now, know what I mean?
'Cause if somebody brings
the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for
(Pipe that shit up TnT)
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over
the bestest by how wet your bed is
She told me ""Shut Up"" and just let it ride
I'm like girl that shit fat how much you let it slide?
She sighed and replied
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
to Beyonce
And we poppin', be honest
Who you know be honest
Your money thin as an eye lid
And we mob shit like Italian
Mane these niggas can't fuck with me
phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
will give when you make a mill
I can make money by standin' still
Yeah you hate me because you're miserable
you were just jealous it's typical
your
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
they feign and they play
I display their decay as we scathe all the prey for always
They create and obey the wordplay
That rhyme scheme finally over
Your bitch an eater she ridin' around with the gang but do you give a fuck about that
I Pour by the liter and nah, I don't know what I'm sayin'
floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves
and mob they presidents
On cuts I'm legendary, by any means necessary
These cake ass niggaz scary, and singing like canaries
You'll find a cemetery, if you
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'mma put your ass on your back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You'll
(Chop, Chop)
Look I can take you to the top shorty you just gotta pay attention
You know I'm nothing like that other nigga
We surrounded by lollipops
Stackin wylin countin checks
Pop shit mob shit grab da tech
Ruthless
My niggas really do this
Useless
Dont care about yo 2cents
Gang wit me no u
the game
Scheming for quick cash, y'all bugging. Getting by y'all fake ass, y'all bugging. Faking on your
Hood pass, y'all bugging. All just to be in
and then some
They said I had one shot I went and got a and one
I'm eating off your plate, and I'm only leaving crumbs
You ain't thinking I'm the best then
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