Crack that open Vision of break faces, money lay in the boats Got big rifles, play the hood, Benz Cycles Y'all mens are psycho, killah 'ciples
fly generics, money make moves, forget it We got locked since nineteen-seven So many rods and weapons, ain't no more Take the shit back, faggot, we hate
Meet the real, we lock the real, me the steel Pop off, pull out, drop bills I run with all real killas, all for Nikes on, awesome
more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred us We ex-dust niggas, don't touch my drink
around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the All my niggas get paint, yo my name? diamond, ice water inc
Uh, yeah, once again in the place Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, Yeah, you know how we gets Me and this mixo, we so, we so
Lex sound, and uh I bees the chief, Jamel Areif Straight from East And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh
They started jammin' in the park, just dark Two and their DJ scratchin' Words to have an attraction when they rhymin' Hip hop the guns to start sparkin'
Temperature Drape a up with the ratchet, less talkin' Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G rocks the promenade, I'm God
And he and provin', knowledge how he movin' Smift as the wisdom, move my gate in a drunken state I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the so you could see Never fall victim, dictate the leave the bake for the snake If he take I take his head without question In the one to check the justice lesson, now uh
Uh it's the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya Ya heard? Spread the word, yo
I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' We enough bricks that we could build apartments I, in the field of marksmen The bad boys wit' me ain't Will or
Feel I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine Spot him deep in the hill poppin' Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt Spectator on the sideline the work
And my team ya' average, cream we handle it Fiends seekin' packages, beans and clips Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the love me, X O, X O
Boy hard, think twice before you get involved We hold the like cons in the prison yard They call the riot squad, we and in charge non-believers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, I natural Fine wine proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga