Lyrics:
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is
shit up, no not there I got family
Nothin' happened, mind your business yo step
You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX
They want to lock us all up,
bells
You can wait up on Santa, but this is how Christmas comin'
Is there anything that you would like to hide before i come in?
It's been an entire year,
in the industry n I guess you knew that
Cuz a new son you ain't want it
Sending threats but that shit is a green light, ready to crash out, my life I
there
Say that you all on my level but I am above you by at at least four stairs
I am like atlas look at my back boy I'm holding the world there
I know
You recording?
Alright, keep it-keep it all that in there (I got this)
I'm on a different level right now
I know they hear it in my voice, nigga
by the city lights Got a bad bitch on my left and right
If he talking that shit, then it's gonna be on sight
Blow a hole in your chest, now you look
Since Makaveli died, it's like the Westcoast shit died
But Régime be the realest shit alive
Ride or die
So high am I, Nigga you can't tell from the eyes
and blow put it deep down in your throat. A nigga like me don't
wanna hear that shit so do what the fuck you've been told.
*Chrorus*
*Verse3*
I smoke by
and ditch the pistol be there bout quarter to 1
Hung it up
Took the glock
To its final resting spot
Ain’t no X marking that shit
Can’t leave no traces for
time it
Pay up u ain't gotta like me
Really 1 of 1 there's nothin like me
They swear they all drippin got no IV
My mind is playin trixxx on me
I pay it
a body he dipping on 'em
Said it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there
breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nigga,watch yo' homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me
play by
Doorbell Knock knock at your chest
We are love when your at your best
Is it a love of fire? or a love of flesh?
You ever had those days
Feelin
Enemies Before
My Arm's Is Open To Anyone Who Want Beef
I Promise Ya'll I Won't Sleep, Till Ya'll Layin 6 Ft.
G-Unit That's What It Is, That's What
And so it's cool for you to do
Your clout was less soon as you did that
Ya shit's wack
Forget rap
There's extra robes in your choir stand
Back home
Everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home
Ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause
on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York
The rhymes you are about to hear are true
[Mr. Ivan]
This some true shit.
[First Verse-B.G.]
Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it
play ping-pong from the noise
You can hear me from a block away
I'm sittin' next to your ass
And can't hear what you got to say
My shit is loud, my ears
Niggas Know How The Fuck We Coming
Rich4lyfe Takeover
Everybody Suck My D*ck
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Look
Louis v Fanny it came with a strap
We trynna
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is
one they got out there in Philly, Fo?
You know they got one out there in Atlanta, the way they by choppin'
Shit, Detroit, New York, Texas
Yeah, but
They'll say I'm the best there ever was
Thats Right, Nobodys gonna ever do it again
Never dropped nothin like this in a hot minute
Exorcist but my head wont
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