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 still in your grill I don't give a fuck, never have, will
If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' 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 package of Hundred or more, in of the store, waitin' to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a I put above ya neck, I love my set
Niggaz think they a thug, thug to death (Uh-huh) 'Cause the P squeeze till no slugs is left (What) You know I'm good with a of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of toast
Yo, aiyyo, I say I want, fuck what y'all think is cool And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was in school No pussy gettin' niggaz to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that too hard
My dough too long, my flow too strong What y'all in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I care, I don't play fair Keep some in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the is hard to hear I'm a true thug nigga, it straight to your crew Small yell I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my
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 down nigga, with the four nigga Bounty hunt 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 house with five rooms, six A town where money is coming, eighty 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you even felt the heat I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease Streets niggaz, niggaz don't help the streets Y'all use for help, we help the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful Be in the hood all your jewels in the glove box Same niggas rob you love L.O.X. (Uh)
All types of burners, even snub (Uh) size tecs you could carry in your sweats (Uh) Find your man in the trunk of a car (Uh) It's Jada for breakin' your heart (Uh) Uh
through the streets For some of y'all rappers, mighty hard Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard Put pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol Make drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off
And take naps, fuck that you shoulda never let this bastard rap All I know is cold winter, hot through your snorkel No parents, from my horror's no morals
in the wrong era, with no guidance So you It's no problem, no lyin' Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I 'em To drag done ate food
Like I know to raise dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your up Drag scorch for dinner 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 you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all bitches fear it you weak You wanna hear it? I it speak (What?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy (Uh-huh) What the science that son? (I know) A lot of easy
I bust down got down kick down shot down (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 talkin' too much I done fucked niggaz up (Uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that (Uh-huh) Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw Now don't act, cause actin' might get you With you ain't ready to handle (Uhh) All left of your memory, is a candle (Woo!)
It happens quick nigga, to bitch ass niggaz Talkin' behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (Uh) From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight Let cats spit that weak shit (What) I'm dog for life,
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