Carol, City I'ma chief forever, nigga my, roll my weed and I'mma chief forever, nigga Talking pressure niggas whatever, nigga You fuck around and leave you on a stretcher,
I pour my liquor the concrete for the fallen niggas that were murdered in the 13 Gotta keep a hammer in a nigga wanna case me Now Ciara baby girl was only 18 Living from a drill But it's hot and shit real Niggas wanna talk who brah? Who the livest? Motherfuckers on Pac shit Nigga fuck the world like a side Mackaveli Kickin' like a physic them boys still ridin' Murder guard is lookin' like I stunt in all black like I'm Gothic Niggas got round 30 in ya pockets Shit want everything in ya From 3-7 hit a Candy tryna make a profit Got, nickels and diamonds we rollin' and Talkin' that lick on a Grab all these smoke with the African's Getting real off the piff Run at me money little boy what in the fuck could I say These crackers know about what a nigga shooting now communicating with a K Bottle get [?] like a [?] so they 7 lose they caught PJ's Look at the screen "Oh My God" Daddy look we know nigga What the fuck or so it Like nigga how you do a nigga green Go to the club but it 54' up in a show now we speakin' [?] Chill Ciara and the niggas from the scene Who would of thought she would of ended in a Life's up for the poor young teen As she got his up at 17
Shot's from the dark, let her feel the park
Better note these games and don't be
Better learn get, if you don't get, then you more liable' to get got
3-2 Z-E-L, off no R.Kel's
Bitch I'm from the place palm tress and swell
Carol, Carol City I'ma forever, nigga my, roll my weed and I'mma chief forever, nigga Talking pressure bout whatever, nigga You fuck around and you on a stretcher, nigga