Lyrics:
gat,
When it start poppin off,
You'll probly shoot your fuckin self tryna pop it off,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Roll up some shit, look like elephants thumbs
"Bagg it's yo time," said the watch on my arm
Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never
a smile
When they caught 'em with a gat in
The car you beat it in trial
He don't say too much, never eager to style
Remind me of Gotti, Shyne with
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
like Derrick Grace
Just like Derrick Rose, comin' off the road
Bust one in your face, give yo ho the wood
Put that on the hood, put that on my set
Homie,
you by the projects? You can take that dick (woo)
Bitches set it off when my head aching (ayy)
I see you going soft like a titty, ayy, bitch (ayy,
and happy
They want to kill us all, kill us all, kill us all in the head
Shoot us all, shoot us all, shoot us all, till we dead
So they're brainwashing yo
She say I got the big head Yo Gotti
Maybe because my paper tags came with no mileage
The same n****s broke swear I'm nobody
That n**** lame I fucked
ya only lookin' for a way out
So back up off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But
At the same damn time
Letting off two different choppers at
The same damn time
Putting down in different projects at
The same damn time
Dope money still
drop top
Jump off
Watch when summer's round the corner
Sneakers and boots
Jeans for the troops
The plus trees
But never chick by any means for some
holla at yo' peoples nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
or quit it
The AK47 really colder
Yeah my niggas told you yeah we catch and tote 'em
Yeah we toting poles we shoot at your nose
We shoot off your clothes
(Off my boo, off my boo, yeah)
If you don’t Imma shoot
(I’m a shoot, I’m a shoot, yeah)
Like fuck why you so cute
(You so cute, you so cute, yeah)
strickly, tailor made
Boy, she ain't no hand me down
Catch you messin' with her, boy
I'll sho' shoot ya down
Now, keep yo' hands off her
Don't ya dare
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggas
Won't believe this voodoo
Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in
of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggas
Won't believe this voodoo
Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in
Socially a misfit, my dick you should get off it
4 63's, clickin' 9s, droppin' dimes off it
Bottom line a revolver, problem of mine solver
Dodgin'
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
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