J] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo me out, yo is J 'Sug', yo I you been around the world, man I don't wit' the sheisty niggas I don't wit' the sheisty hoes I done did it all,
Yo, what make a scared man pull a trigga'? The thing that make a scared man act bigga' The thing that make me grab my tec and empty quicker rush, on the hush You die fuckin' wit' us Vacant lot is my home and In my I trust So don't talk them things if yo' things don't bust I knew a guy you, his name was Filipe Had me on 3-way the D.A. Tryin' to find out we stay So on my 24th b-day I'm up in V.A. He don't know my guns commotion to slow motion Then from slow motion to no Run up in the place he hip Spit shots in, droppin', if I get caught, get Cochran And give Pedro my pesos so he don't snitch I lay low For a week or two Come back peek-a-boo, you see me, I see you And if you talk, you be in ICU
Yo, yo, this I know you know a hundred brotha's that I know a hundred brotha's that's real But I think time you know how we chill
1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin' me Hit a hoe's and none of them wifey For every thousand love me A hundred like me So how you wit' a cats and none of the sheisty?
We the niggas wit' the And got niggas the traumatized And how they sat there and watched they mama die But don't about it, you second Just had to get her she was the one that gave birth And we can't have no more in the earth I hate to be the last nigga to turn off lights Without a switch, and throw you in a ditch Ya body fit, 'cause niggas could still see ya kicks So do you really wanna take that So unball ya fists 'cause I'm always a ahead of ya'll You ball ya fists, I cock You take a and you got that And what they gon' mop at This gun is from a foreign I don't why it got it in my hand And I'm get off every penny I don't if its automatic or semi If I 300 flat, that means I'mma send a hundred cats back If 300 attack, but it don't hafta be an I'm gonna get the and get 'em all in one house, and run out And some on the grass, and spit on it And come to a pile of ash
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Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty, a and quicker We strap up inside the A drug dealer cold cash, but so as To get his stash would be no task no mess to get you hot and blast, than fast My infared is on yo' ass, my team is on yo' ass and schemin' on yo' ass That bitch you came wit' stay on her ass Put on her ass 'cause nigga, we love the cash World niggas got G's in the stash No questions asked, time will tell, or hell You don't wanna be the who be catchin' the shell Meeno, and then I be, be the to prevail So when you pray, tell Jesus how you be helped MuthaFucka!!!!
Rock-a-bye baby til end]
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