Holiday Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck If I ain't gettin' respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in grill I don't a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then lookin' to die I tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie We all gon' die, or later, matter of time
My niggaz sell crack, with a of dimes or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a I put sixteen ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think a thug, then thug to death (Uh-huh) 'Cause the P squeeze till no slugs is left (What) You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this
Yo, aiyyo, I say what I want, fuck what think is cool And I hate cops, most y'all was dicks in school No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays my flow too What y'all make in a year, I that for a song my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the
And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear I'm a true thug nigga, bring it to your crew Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you You see the pain in my Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin' to leave my some real fuckin' change when I die From rappin' or tellin' some cat to for the sky I'm that down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole crew my bullets go through, what?
Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a that's crazy quick A house with five rooms, maybe six A where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you never felt the heat Till I put the M1 next to waves and melt the grease Streets niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets Y'all use beats for help, we help the
Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who it with P? If I say so myself, it's a three Be in the with all your jewels in the glove box niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (Uh)
All types of burners, snub glocks (Uh) Nice size tecs you could in your sweats (Uh) Find your man in the trunk of a car (Uh) It's Jada responsible for your heart (Uh) Uh
Creep through the For some of rappers, that's mighty hard Me the Security? my body? I let my shotty guard Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off
And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my horror's no
Raised in the era, with no guidance So you It's no problem, no lyin' Drag's fire, so ya hamburger I french-fry 'em To done ate your food
Like I know to raise your dukes so your chin up barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well I don't I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell
Uh, uh, now you Know what my means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna it? I make it speak (What?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but a lot of greasy talkin' (Uh-huh) the science behind that son? (I know) A lot of walkin'
I bust shit down got down kick down shot (uh,uh, uh, uh ) tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now (What) I ain't never sold a brick, I done niggaz up (C'mon) And for too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (Uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you know that (Uh-huh) Well think about it with the brick in hand before you throw that Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin' With what you ready to handle (Uhh) All that's left of your memory, is a (Woo!)
It quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz Talkin' reckless behind back, them kiss ass niggaz (Uh) From the rap to the street shit, I keep shit tight Let cats spit that weak shit (What) I'm dog for life,
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