Lyrics:
R-O-R-O-K it
You're guaranteed to like me, for what I am sayin'
To all the sucka emcees that be tryin' to get the info
Forget the rest 'cause I'm the best,
out the ride
Got a loaded .45 inside
That I keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith & Wesson got a scope too
And I may have caught a body
other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, 'cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
I write to fight, don't bite,
money moves
And you better not interrupt me while I’m getting in my groove
I am the Queen, bitch, who the fuck are you
If you a big fine bitch gone drop
fragrance
Believe me the paper is being chased
He ain't signed but a Billion Dollar Baby
What you do when ain't no other way
What's gone happen when ain't
proceed, Arnold
When you fib, there's a price
Ehh, this it bullshit!
The story I have been told is that the way to cure AIDS
is by sleeping with
can get treacherous bitch
Whenever I spent on this shit I’ll put on your head if you reach for my necklace
Free Cal Cal and free V Mac R.I.P Reggie
How the fuck you been sleepin' on Risen and Leak?
By the time my first album released, you're deceased
Seen the skill of MCs that were poppin'
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom, boom
And when I get you
I'ma knock that pussy to the moon, moon
If he trippin', grab that Smith
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
they never really notice when you're mad
Love is when you telling yourself to stay strong
When nobody there to hold you up when you are sad
Love is when
home by ten
Drip when I walk
German my designer
M on my cock
Right next to the gloc
Roll up I be bunnin fronto a lot
My spliff be so hot
Smokin
this glock that Smith and Wesson looking pitiful
I bet when I pull up ain't no Nigga gone remember you
Niggas don't kno what I been through
Mortal kombat
the boys by my side
You gone hear us loud cuz we keep the sideline LIT
Yeah we bleed silver and blue and I'm hopin' you do too
because when the squad gets
Some may call it luck I call it destined
Made it out the fire I been tested
If you wasn't there when I was less than
Don't you lay a finger on my
senseless for you to prevent this
The .40 Cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis
At any given instant, another incident
You just got a glimpse of Obie
stress
Disrespect get you checked
Catch this Forty-Cal to your neck
My niggas smoke like chimney
Roll by the gram, we litty
Taking shots out of her titty
that's enough,please okay
I had enough of people s*** for one day, I think when they all in my face
I can't dream when you tryna shoot me down wit a 40 cal
on my lap, sawed off by the door
Took you so long to push the pack, man, your money gone
All these grim decisions that you makin', put the reaper on
Tag
lost my daddy ar eleven
Why u send them both to heaven
I feel I have so much to learn
Can’t sleep I toss and I turn
Heart so cold that it burns
If I ask
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah!
really wanna show it
Aye
You gone have to meet me outside lil baby
All that ass can't fit in my storage
When it come to common sense having sense ain't
was broken by my pride and my vanity
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
God will,
Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.
In the scriptures I read we are mix with something different
Don't be belittled by niggas who couldn't tell you the difference
My essence I learned
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