Holiday Bitch, I get you in the head or shot in the neck If I ain't gettin' respect I care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I give a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then you're 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, sooner or later, of time
My niggaz crack, with a package of dimes Hundred or more, in front of the store, to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a I put sixteen above ya neck, I my set
Niggaz they a thug, then thug to death (Uh-huh) 'Cause the P gonna till no slugs is left (What) You I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit Hop in front of this toast
Yo, aiyyo, I say what I want, fuck what y'all is cool And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school No gettin' niggaz tryin' to cuff the God Play out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick for a song my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is to hear I'm a true nigga, bring it straight to your crew Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?
I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die From rappin' or some cat to reach for the sky I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?
Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy A nice with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you never even the heat Till I put the M1 next to your and melt the grease Streets help niggaz, niggaz don't help the 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, a wonderful three Be in the hood with all your jewels in the box Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (Uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (Uh) Nice size tecs you could carry in your (Uh) Find your man dead in the of a car (Uh) It's Jada responsible for breakin' your (Uh) Uh
through the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard Put chill pills in brains, like Tylenol Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em off
And take casket naps, fuck that you never let this bastard rap All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your No parents, tale from my horror's no
Raised in the wrong era, with no So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin' Drag's fire, so ya beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate food
Like I know to raise your so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up Drag scorch niggaz for but season 'em well I don't brag I let the streets tell now you see he fell
Uh, uh, now you Know what my name means when you it in the streets (Uh) Y'all fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I it speak (What?) You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin' (Uh-huh) the science behind that son? (I know) A lot of easy
I bust shit down got down down shot down (uh,uh, uh, uh ) Ain't tryin' to talk about I got now, but I got now (What) I ain't never sold a brick, I done niggaz up (C'mon) And for talkin' too much shit? I done 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 your hand before you that Now don't act, actin' might get you rollin' With what you ain't ready to (Uhh) All that's left of your memory, is a (Woo!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to ass niggaz reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (Uh) From the rap to the street shit, I keep shit tight Let them cats that weak shit (What) I'm dog for life,
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