As a I slanged cain, gangbanged Not a in the world, I'm all about money, man Getting my on was all my mind was on a grip, nigga, my money was on
Double back, pulling nothing but mail, fuck a Rolex watch the diamond-studded face Benzes than a dealership Slant-nose with the whole damn kit
more keys than the older players D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't They kicked in my a million times And fine ass bitches was all that they'd find
Treated me Vaseline, but quick as a fox Drop a key for 25 like was hot Fools was jealous, I had too many Fuck a playa 'cause I was all about real niggas
like John-John, the boy from the deuce side O.G. like Daddy G and Clyde They me the game to survive, opponents gonna die him and his family, let the motherfuckers cry
Nigga caught a 'cause it wasn't my dope he was selling So I shot him me, death was trailing Always myself who would be next, bitch? Gotta a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit
I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I survive Who wants to know I die? But the only way I'm out is spraying Because the niggas the deuce ain't playing
my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops I got into some funk, one of my got shot Some fool was on my turf dope that wasn't mine I'm a gangsta, I problem with nines
It mattered that I knew the fool a long time me once and death is all you'll find But this will be my last hit To use a gun, it really take shit
We did it, we did it, we did it, we it Mossberg sweeper, I pumped it all 15 rounds As I shot, and I shot, niggas down
Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I trippin' I a fool with the back bitch slippin' Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4 Now let's see your ass cry
He at me with on his ass and said "Fuck you", nigga, you too The hit was on and it was to go So I stood in my stide, in the K5
Come on, niggas, on, niggas, come on, niggas I'm a business man, I stand bullshitters I to cause your family dismay But plain and simple nigga, we don't
I went 5150 when we my nigga Bruce 27 shots from a clip, getting For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting Hella mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at
CTE, I got nothing to And a of a lot to gain by killing you A thrill killa from the heart of real killers In order to give, I might have to take a
It's of cold that you lost your brother But we still Bruce, motherfucker Tomorrow ain't a gangsta good luck Just a bullet, motherfucker, 'cause is a must
As I bust, squeezing on my nine on block Doing what I I gotta do to watch your ass drop And if your punk-ass is in my way Let the stanky-pussy bitch my motherfucking AK
Making for money, ain't no delaying '91 and the nigga named Pooh, he ain't playing