Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him the deal I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a nigga Now I push a Range nigga, you know the nigga Peep the jeans, the ice chain nigga And if I got beef I let the world know it So if you got let the whole world know it One, take it to the streets let the whole know it the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown the top gun nigga I finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly While you niggas at the tryna' find misses Yo I'm head from the Mexican dime bitches Them niggas mad cause they riches ain't like my
A yo, I'm Lee the school boy The jewel boy I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and I la like daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' like ba-da-bing Rap, don't gotta sing I get my hum on Actually I get on Hoes be on my dong dong Gevity-long, head at night, head in the Lunatic, five strong, kong's are writin' songs Cats be gettin' gone they got it goin' on Folks brought you a brawl, it all in ya home Check the background, St. Louis clown from the Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down Same now, it's too damn quiet but too loud Hoes be always sayin they too proud If I the world, I do now Me and the 'Tics 'bout to 'em and move the crowd
Call the cops, I see a in progress about to steal the show (Where you from?) From the S-T-L, M-O,
Call the cops, I see a in progress Lunatics about to the show (Where you from?) From the S-T-L, M-O,
I rip grass and smash, a 44 mag This jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash Nigga you said you hurt 'em bad, you him laugh trash 'bout whoopin' my ass I let a nigga do that, who that Get his brains back with a new gat Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin' through that And I didn't have to get my team just to do that In a blue hat, with a baggy Karl Kani An iced out ring just to scar on eye Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin' We be Sacks, Jackie Frost, Scratchy Danny Terrio, Dutch Schultz, to the Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, roller dog What you holdin', I'm paid, so y'all Yiggidy yes like Das EFX, I's be next To rep Midwest, it's sets and projects
Now once say hit the safe, raise the stakes 'Tics in states, might as well blaze the cake I got to make, transactions to handshakes for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes Funerals and wakes caused by and hate A snake is still a snake no matter the size or Those that hate, anchored with weights, in the lake Come off the chain my main, you tied to the First you caught a case, second you the babes Third, you caught me with your date, was no mistake Good things come to those who So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be In your house with your spouse I'm doin' the I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and Branson and hashy, add gas and wrap And burn the place, ya me
Watch me load up the ammo, it back slow In the door, infrared low Tell me somethin' I don't already know Like, which one of closets contain cash flow Got three problems I just thought you should know Peep, I'm addicted to and I'm allergic to 'no' I'm obsessed with dough, money makin' and the Anything other than gon' blow Heard through the you lookin' for me Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be from me Shook when ya see rollin' in the GS-3 out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing" Back the car up, pop the now Can ya hold ya breath I'mma flood this town That ass scream "nine-second-five here" Neighbors on the lawn "Nelly, why right here"
the cops, I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to the show (Where you from?) From the S-T-L, M-O,
the cops, I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the (Where you from again?) From the S-T-L, M-O,
the cops, I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the (Tell me again, where you from?) the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
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