Lyrics:
about it
It’s more like your image
How you wanna
Be remembered?
Any holes in ya game
Gone get you
Some exposure
Going against me
You gone have to
Tighten
OG's gotta come fat
Put the town on the map
The whole Richmond got my back
Just some playa with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya want
dat u can't
Bought up by some ogs so im wise i can see staright through ya lies
You aint flip no bricks only time u put in work was at Popeyes
Feel
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
in my shades in my blueones
gotta pair with the studs like donna's
light green lookin just like niners
sum say das my house like rond rall
doors open
they lookin' at
(Mirror, mirror on the wall)
Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin' at
(Who is the fliest one of all?)
Now pull in the parkin'
cashed the check polluted by pyrex
Scales the way it weights
Razor blades and bags
I met PittBull once
I even met Cypress Hill
Fat Joe and Noriega
Hella
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
rock wit it, gon' an' lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some ***** wit it
An' da spot ain't
getting MOP
That's murder on spot
Circling the block have ya block knocked out
Haters focused on the game til the shots pop out
In the city still rollin
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
ain't a coupe ah, nigga, you in da
Way you owe money nigga, aw man
Now why you make me put yo' business in
Da street now niggas know you ain't
Shit, damn!
And Fat Joe got Remy, so you can't be the queen
Talk trash, ayo matta fact.. my man right here..
Came all the way from Compton, to see me put you to shame
cooking these eggs
I ain't no Bird Man
But you pigeons gone
Put some respek on my name
Should've could've would've
So I put'em in checkmate again
End Game
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
(That pussy wet)
Fuck him and his team
(That pussy wet)
Put that ass in my face
( ass so fat)
Let a nigga taste
(Just like that )
Put that ass in my
But ya some fucker got it so I stole
You got some ice dude from buildin only in the day
Yeah i told ya thats a thing cause I want to get rich I got
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin be -are-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy,
Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass
Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass
Stay down Fat Bro put that work in kick door season Fat Bro close the curtains
If it's beef we gone pop out ain't no hidin'
Ran it up and I took off look
game
Nigga left on da interstate
Ops in Glocks In Bring da metal thru the mf gate
scale fucking up dis hella weight
Jail call Aye Drip dis forever mane
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