Lyrics:
And everybody with me
(Haha, uh)
Money over everything, except blood
For money I do everything, shed blood
Spill blood, kill ya
Fo' sho' paper, you get
And BG been my nigga since the front do'
I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho'
And me and Juvey never really got along
But you still would let your
its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'
on dope, nigga, and I'm pure, thousand gram key
That's fo sho', that's for sure, killer O.D.
I got stripes by Big Johnson, OG
Take a 35 Christ fit and I
to a lesser charge
Paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard
Dressin hard techin hard blastem like ?
I'm a bad mother I'm the only rapper know by
seeing me Joe
Got spacious closets for my seeds to grow
Backwoodz in studio kicking in
The do' fo'sho
Be that red-eye cat with the body bag flow
I know
sho ,satisfied fo sho!( repeat )
ooh ahh
ooh ahh
oohh ahhh
oooh ahhhhh
your body is going
ohh yes ohh yes
I told you I'm where I'm the money been
I've been rolling so much Gs till I reach a ten
If I don't go back now fo sho I'll go back then
Huh, I've
It's a myth
But it's sho 4real when it's caught by tre'quan smith
The coaches may plan the work
But the players work the plan.
When it comes
I come up hard, baby, and that ain't cool!
I didn't make it sugah, playin' by the rules!
I come up hard, babe, but now I'm fine
I'm shakin' trouble
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky b**** fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin
never ever be a faker, try to make a hit like Anita Baker
In the rap, in the dope game, tryin to make some hits mayne
Fo' sho', gotta let
timothy is laying low, that quarter mills not here no more.
His momma she not here no more, & black will never breath fo sho'.
He drinking gin & blowing dro
WhoRidas, Tha Alkaholiks
Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock
With the master key, but the master key be me
I assign chop
Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock
With the master key, but the master key be me
I assign chop from hot, like a cold
Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit out tha fuckin Bay
[Hook]
[DJ Paul - repeat 8X]
Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho, fo' sho
what
Bein' swallowed by them city lights
Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life
[Chorus]
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what
go?"
I'm at the preacher's door
They wanna kill us dead
At the preacher's door
We said give 'em some more
This one time, do it fo' sho
But we gon' be
to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho, fo' sho
a kick doe
Fuck a friend or a foe
Make a nigga die slow
Tray O Tray O the logo
That a nigga flow fo
Sho fo
Even take a blo fo
To my brotha never say no
it all
Goin' solo, first cd out that nots slow-mo
Heres another hit thanks to the drank and they do-do
Fa sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna
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