Lyrics:
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back!
Just handguns all white air ones,
Niggas talkin' one on ones ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son?
on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse i.n.c.
I'm still wishing y'all the r.i.p.
Can I live, for I d.i.e.
I'm talkin', m.o.b, murder inc
the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)
What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you're
And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang!
I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters
4 and a halves of hash you do the math
Swing
of that K-K-K'n or playin'
So see A or E up out your life or you test yourself
And make a nigga break you off to piece the rest yo'self
Oh, yes yo'
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
livin' in the Hub City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every nigga talkin' ?bout, "Boy, you can't fuck with me"
Remember
a fucked UP nigga!
Pill poppin, e'rybody fucked up with us
Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
(I love you baby) What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, sing
tell what would happen my man
Eazy-E: "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get
He talkin' high numbers, he talkin' high numbers, ayy, ayy
Ayy Postman, ayy Postman, my drug man, my drug man, my drug man
My black migo got them
Your d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dirty air
I'm angry and confined
You need to bear in mind
My traction is unstabilised
By carbon oversensitised
On your tails I will
paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!
Girl! dis
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
Valentino, she is hot as jalapeno
I can do a drive-by listenin' to Bobby Valentino
I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her
Talkin' 'bout
Pigeons have what?
(Wings!)
Nah
Pigeons have what?
(Teeth!)
Let's go!
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
My countryside was stomped out by
a sack blaze a sack/Where
them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat
(It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C
you better beleive it)Where my
on remix
If you're bad and you bloodclot know it
Let me see your gun fingers in the air, dun talkin'
Peng ting who studies in the Midlands
Let me
matchin' with the ratchet
Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin' bout the bird
Flow through your
A toll: life
Not really, more like white Air Nikes
Evidently, I had a fondness
For material things
Ten years old trynna get a 10-K ring
I forgot it was for
suckers
You deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money
But it's funny to me
All you suckers living bummy
Why you're messin' with me
I'm a self made
talkin' to them hoes, and I'm aware about it
Oh yeah
Say my piece and I got nothing left to say about it
Oh yeah
Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
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