Holiday Bitch, I get you shot in the head or in the neck If I gettin' proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still in your grill I don't a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on hip, then you're lookin' to die I ain't tryin' to be the nigga 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 package of Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to Brand new nine, and an in a bubble 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 know I'm good with a 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 y'all think is And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was in school No pussy niggaz tryin' to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too
My dough too long, my flow 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 some shit in the stash box, get me the chair
And it don't buck and the blast is hard to hear I'm a thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you You see the in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin' to leave my kids some real fuckin' when I die From rappin' or tellin' cat to reach for the sky I'm that hunt nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole 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 with rooms, maybe six A town money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy
Bet you never felt the heat Till I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the help 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 with all jewels in the glove box Same 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 dead in the of a car (Uh) It's Jada responsible for your heart (Uh) Uh
Creep the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's hard Me the Security? Protectin' my body? I let my guard Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Make niggaz from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off
And take casket naps, fuck that you shoulda never let bastard rap All I know is winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no So you dyin'? no problem, no lyin' fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To done ate your food
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble skin up Drag niggaz for dinner but season 'em well I don't I let the streets tell po'-po' now you see he fell
Uh, uh, now you Know my name means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all bitches it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I it speak (What?) You ain't ever 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 kick shot down (uh,uh, uh, uh ) Ain't to talk about what I got now, but I got now (What) I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck up (C'mon) And for talkin' too much shit? I done niggaz up (Uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I you already know that (Uh-huh) Well about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that Now don't act, cause actin' might get you With you ain't ready to handle (Uhh) All that's left of your memory, is a (Woo!)
It happens fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz Talkin' reckless behind your back, them ass niggaz (Uh) From the rap shit to the shit, I keep shit tight Let them cats spit that shit (What) I'm dog for life,
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