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got in my mode them niggas saying I'm trippin now Tell em get up off my dick I see they hating hard I don't even claim no opps if they say it's smoke
was raised by the realest of niggas All they told us was, "Kill all these niggas" We never gone lose if we handle this business Took a turn
think about it nigga, life or death Life of a cracker I’d like to hang you by the neck Do you wanna see the boys in jet Or you wanna see them runway jets?
options In the studio yeah I was locked in Told my niggas that I gotta go Lonely Driftin inda coupe heavy thang on me And I got it stashed if them boys
BAM BAM Hey ( 7x) Rustyk , Rxza tell dem , fire burn (fire) Hook: Bam Bam, Bam till they fall Rustyk and Rxza we are go match the place up Bam
love, we makin' fast money, your shit move like a turtle Why you still askin' for handouts, boy, go turn your hustle up Shoot that chopper, it got
to the most high Drove by On a mission like it's '05 Henny' bottle, Fendi belt My shit is felt I was locking in Six months without no help, it was routine
you gonna do bout it He got a house better move out it If I tell 'em to shoot, they aimin' the tool and they aim at you Don't got no worries don't got
way of living Turn around today and you can be forgiven Turn around and just Tell em who you are (You are) You're the son of the king you're the heir
(He can't say that) Yes, he can I just did, faggot, now guess again Better text message your next of kin Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
(He can't say that) Yes, he can I just did, faggot, now guess again Better text message your next of kin Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
Wang (Unhuh) Can't even pronounce my lawyer, I jus know it's a Jewish name (Haha) Mami please tell me what you got for me Ain't no Groupons on this
you keep it witchu My music go shoot 'em up bang bang Hit em with that thang thang Tell em why Im Crippn muthafucca it's still a g thang Been thuggin my
Yeah, I told 'em I told 'em if it's a problem, say it's a problem I told you off the top that I was solid I told you we get money, 'bout to peel
is all bout me Development's a state of mind That's just what I might need My niggas tell me I'm annoying And I just might be I tell em get a pic with
can tell me this and that boy) (But you a rat boy) (This is facts boy) (Bitch, turn up) (KHR bitch)
mama, please tell her I said, "Say something" I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets No after-over, this is it, done If
and honor honor the code Stop snitchin, be a man nigga honor your role I stick by the stove, when I'm on it it's on You see that coke turn to oil it's
beat I think we switched roles Trvp told me it's militant I want to tell ‘em keep it in the streets He really don't know f*ck with you, f*ck with me I
sacrifice Your whole life that you could leave the rap behind Impressing who does this even equal success to you (If it do) Re you a feds it boy you are here
it's coming in by the truckload But I'm spending it quick cause I'm cutthroat, yeah Ohh, yeah We just want the Yeah, yeah Yeah, we just want the Yeah,
and betraying Try to act like you were mack You can't go an hour without that sex attack What's wrong, boy, is it that good? There's a lot of girls that would
homies) It's cool, I'm focused I think I'm chosen (think I'm chosen) I'm by my lonely (by my lonely) I take all of these niggas on by my lonely Wrist
nobody like me No Copy Young boy brand so Fiesty so stop it And Im never gonna stop it hit em by the lips just to make another profit and pullin
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