Lyrics:
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
. Shadow]
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [2 or 3 mothafuckas]
SouthSide Academy [From the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]
[2x]
[Lil Dreamer]
I'm another
face)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ain't
live channel number 2
My momma told me sideways
I would have to get outside find my place
My momma shares my migraines
Look too hard at me might get
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
naked, there's nothing to hide
Come carry my grievances down to the shore
Wash 'em away in the tumbling tide
I heard two cows in a conversation
One
Major Kartel
What’s up Envi
1 Million 2 Million 3 Million
Look...
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)
on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
When you are finished recording, press one
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
two-seater
She liking my voice she want me to meet her
I whip out my dick, my dick how I greet her
Bitch I'm on oxy that codeine
Big ol' choppa sag my jeans
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
Hear Me Now / Yea I Walk By Faith, But This Here Rod Gone Help Me Clear it Out
I’m Tapped In With The Voice Of The Trenches, So i Givem What They
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]
[Redd]
Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
[Lil' Flip]
that can pull them through
A minute or two can mean so much
Or maybe it's the one across the street
He's asking if there's anything they need
'Cause
bam bam bam
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga standin' by the door I sprayed him automatic fires
Mitch
Cuz I'm flipping what I'm sewing
Call up mr dope man ask him what he doin (Aye)
Call up mr dough man see what he Pursuing (Aye)
Call up mr flex
a double-pecked stomach of steel
but my voice is still whiny, my biceps are tiny
And I'm five nine... in two inch heels
But I don't mind I'm not Mr. Right
I
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)
I got two bitches wit me and they goin' both ways
I got two
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
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