Lyrics:
quiet is kept i am the devil n God don't even cross me
i'm so evil dat when i get a pussy n u hit you'll be fiendin 2 get off b
(Chorus)
walk straight
want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213
Niggas talk shit
And have some pussies round'em
As they shield
Tryna find a bitch to build
But I live in the field
Bitch I been in the field
Scalps been
will leave your vocal chords across the table
My crew they come correct
Just cut the crap and come collect
Capers among your kin claimin' they killing
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
car trun, inna di garage
Fat pussy grip buddy right like a hand
Fire back shot 'til yuh clip done gunman
Mek mi skin bun like me get a sun tan
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
dying industry
Like a coal miner
Mr president to simplify, that's an innuendo
By Putin, you’re being played
Like a goddamn Nintendo
Rapping here yeah you
the door clocker
I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
Hoo Bang crew shit Recipe new shit
It's off the hinges and my friends is
Rollin
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed
Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never
Its all about the next caper
The cocaine, props
Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My mental's compatible with the radicals
My odyssey type, qualities allow
won't keep me right
Play tuff get bucked play pussy get fucked
Get robbed get took ain’t no mask
Ima show (phew phew)
Send the whole crew (phew phew)
Send
SXM yeah kewand
Married to the money I do
I just got two hoes they both brand new
Kicks like Judo brand new
Live by the G code that's how we move
lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice
Fuck that I`m a hog
I put it down, I`m from the hood
Where I live
of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s
(Jealousy some of them act idiot)
Westsiiiide!
(Hangin' pondi corner an smoke nuff crack)
Outlaw!
Live it up or give it up, busta!
(2PAC a di artical
'em?
I'ma cum a week later
I'ma spread that pussy out like an acre
She on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't
'em?
I'ma cum a week later
I'ma spread that pussy out like an acre
She on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
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