Lyrics:
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
(Wuddup witcha)
(Say lil nigga, wuddup witcha)
Pistol packin', never lackin', bitch you know the rest
Do 'em like Shaq put 32 up in his chest
Naa
that deal
And that's no cap
And that's no cap
First LP had 7 tracks
And all them hoes slap
My nigga
No cap
Ahh young nigga
Been running laps
No
dem f**k roun mi link a hole dem sleep inna
Dem dawg yah dem nuh nyam cheap dinna
One drive by slap weh all three nigga
Verse 1
Tell dem tan a dem
for jokes
And how we do mark-ass niggas? Slap your ass in the throat
Tag teamin', toe-taggin niggas, ol' baggin' niggas
Doin a batch of niggas wit
the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way
(Yo Nick Papz make it slap, brrt)
Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers
Ya dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh
Niggas know who
bitch in the back of the trap
She a baba she feenin to slap
Hand me the pussy fresh off of the wax
Like you wack, you pussy
I could never let you niggas
Pu-Purple cup sip sip sip
Pussy ass nigga he tried pull out
Bitch ass nigga he got flipped
VVS on my chain nigga ballout by the clip
Same nigga since
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit
Shout to my homies out west hoo-bangers
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
All my niggas in the Bronx
Holdin' them corners down
Ya
I'll slap a nigga like the beat if he think he gon play wit me
I Feel like Glock been that since six back in 2003
I been said I would make it
that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
want a piece, some want the pie
Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot
I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black
If you real, won't you go
around when you shit blue
Bitches tryna make it by with the shit truth
Then they always tryna lie but the shit fumes
Get back nigga get strapped
Tryna see
to slap somebody with these Benjamins
No no you not my brodie nigga
No you not my brother nigga
Always asking bout somebody, thats why I don't fuck with
them, Bravehearts
My niggas is coming we just don't stop
why'all niggas is running I'm just goin pop
I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth
With Lil
on some boiled shit
Bouta duck off fo it's a wrap, no foil bitch
Aye
Hella goals but nigga ion cap
I ain't rapping, these is poems, my shit be too slap
Ion
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
all that noise
This shit gon' be different
I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that
Hate out your voice
Niggas been counting me out
I'm counting
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