Holiday Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck If I ain't gettin' proper I don't care if you rap, I 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 ain't tryin' to be the that's gonna look at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm the pie We all die, sooner 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 they a thug, then thug to death (Uh-huh) 'Cause the P gonna squeeze no slugs is left (What) You know I'm good a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast
Yo, aiyyo, I say what I want, fuck y'all think is cool And I hate cops, 'cause most was dicks in school No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays my too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't fair Keep shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew Small yell when I rap, I'm basically to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the in my eye?
I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real change when I die From rappin' or tellin' some cat to 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 crazy quick A nice house five rooms, maybe six A where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you even felt the heat Till I put the M1 to your waves and melt the grease Streets help niggaz, don't help the streets use beats for help, we help the beats
Who want it me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, a wonderful three Be in the hood with all jewels in the glove box Same that-a rob you love L.O.X. (Uh)
All types of burners, even glocks (Uh) Nice size tecs you carry in your sweats (Uh) Find your man in the trunk of a car (Uh) It's Jada for breakin' your heart (Uh) Uh
Creep the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty Me the Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard Put chill 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 cold winter, hot slugs through snorkel No parents, tale from my no morals
Raised in the era, with no guidance So you dyin'? It's no problem, no fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate food
Like I know to your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up Drag scorch for dinner but season 'em well I brag I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell
Uh, uh, now you what my name means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all fear it cause you weak You hear it? I make it speak (What?) You ain't bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin' (Uh-huh) What the science behind son? (I know) A lot of easy
I shit down got down kick down shot down (uh,uh, uh, uh ) Ain't tryin' to about what I got now, but I got now (What) I never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (C'mon) And for talkin' too much shit? I done fucked up (Uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already that (Uh-huh) Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you that Now don't act, cause might get you rollin' With you ain't ready to handle (Uhh) All that's of your memory, is a candle (Woo!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass Talkin' reckless behind back, them kiss ass niggaz (Uh) From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep tight Let them spit that weak shit (What) I'm dog for life,
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