Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed And if you crack a nigga, might as well be a head if you targetin' the L.O.X. You might as as target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks 'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag So you can wipe down the windows on the of my jag I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged And bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back
Ayo, I hope you tongue kissin' your spouse 'Cause I be fuckin' her in the Type of nigga buck at your Too slick, she be suckin' my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her my bricks Jada, if I kiss you now, die later I been nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on to clap, everybody givin' me gats
'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the You listen to y'all shit, listen to our shit Ain't nuttin' y'all could do but gossip the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
'Cause every I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick Niggaz that's narrow, I smack 'em wit the barrel Give it to 'em at the light, Kanes cousin Harold
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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker Spell spin the corner while you parle dun I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one
Suckin' my dick, and I give a fuck what you spit Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get 'Cause I sell records, plus I got a record Y'all niggaz ain't shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still get it A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and ya Styles P., favorite rappers favorite rapper
Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz Baby girl want the world, gave ya niggaz No tops, 'em in all shape and size niggaz No lie, prefer them do or die niggaz
What? What you want? starin' at me like Damn, where you You be comin' at me like Can I get some? Lick your lips for this brown Suck mine a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh
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I be the D R, A G, dash O N, often on, burnin' niggas often They call me drag-on, I'm hot Keep the roastin'
a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin' In my eyes you could see what holdin' Realizin', guy I'll fry or dead rowdy I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
'Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry Or one early You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what of shit you on? You better through your on and your inflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Black wit gats in it Catch you you smokin', send your casket, throw the sack in it But only half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen? You'll catch a hell of a draft 'Cause my fire retirin', then
It's my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges Taxin' businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin' fort up in somethin' that I cant control Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets
Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fuckin' streets it ain't worth shit The undertaker your ass under the earth quick, I
Love money, but the hot So I snatch up my man and the gamblin' Twenty is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest