Where the furl nigga? where the earl Gonna get ya mind right. Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl Gonna get ya mind right. the furl nigga? where the furl nigga?
I got a full of furl! (hello!) So you go and get the earl!! (hello!) I got a pocket of furl! (hello!) And I'm send you in that world.
I don't a fuck who you be You ain't finna sell no fuckin' in that 1-2-3 You can be tony in this bitch with a boatload of furl nigga you still sellin' shit Start robbin' niggas back in and if you come on my set nigga ya gots to face me 6 slugs strong comin' straight from 3 I'm you full of that, boy Nigga I you know me.
Bitch me out I'm on the set pushin' that boat Listenin' to a nida that bitch brings me joy walked up said he was sick and needed a hit And so I the 14 fuck the 6 I can't sweat it The seater push my 'cause I'm tryin' to make a mill No time to chill because I gotta pay my And in the game, (mm mm)i ain't havin' it That's why (when I'm on the set I'm always my gat nigga) In case a try to nut up, get bucked up And run up and up I have to leave ya up I know my furl be fuckin' yo' mind 'cause that torture and your makin' lines(3 whole lines) I got that fire, so ya come and buy a Bag of that hello, downtown door to door
B.g.: Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, I'm bout to go in world Get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that It's my money so I it My nose, so I I it the first time and you know I got retarted I was spooked as the Thought I was in a maze That nasty raw had a b.g. me feelin' dazed I inside draggin' that monkey on me My dis-owned me That furl me ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? I was on that fuckin' b and it had me lazy Now that b.g. graduated got me feelin' real I scratchin' and scratchin' itchin' and itchin' Pullin' my trigger till clickin' if a nigga start bitchin I got a habit got me Gat right me Dope got me wanted for 3 robberies Fuck, I'm I a shoulder to lean 15 (what you is? ) A strung out dope
Motherfucker you touch my bag, nigga you bought that bag Niggas leanin' to catch the habit but I just have it I fly all night and serve 'em proper The money hungry crimp That ? ? ? hit me with that 580 If I'm i'ma send you to grab my old lady Stationary nigga I playin' on the real That same torture that ya to that other level took a ride bout ya And stopped water ? ? ? ? Same man look here Who would ever thought that dope would take a under Sometimes I wonder why all niggas around me it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c Goddamn, what a will do for a program Who I am, the dope man For sure fall, don't make me go and get my four bulldog Because you know I'm act a fuckin' peer hog I got grams, half a gram, bundles and whole thangs I'm all about 11 5 man
Just gots to it, I'm in the back of the cabby Readin abby Like a cool john dillinger up in the Shots open I got just the fuck you need All you and you shooters come and see me I'm on the block with the raw you never saw I got a pouch of shells from my sawed off Hit you in ya daddy I'm all the way out You we gots the fire now you startin' to bad mouth But we's a that won't quit Got ya bitches Ya got a bag from the now ya full The fuck I'm puttin' over a half up on my product Now you can look if you with me Stay real me And I just might throw you a bag Issue out some samples, runnin' like earl campbell If you short I gots to make you out of an example You you (you bitch you) And we gots that