Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, Q B
My mind is the drama got me lookin' back constant don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit Blink a eye, missed the The calmest, its not a threat, its a promise,
Who be the mahogany, mami? The eyes Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz You web dead on, get fucked an' wet on Shitted on, I want a low, wit don
Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano Million, sophisticado, illy The baby girl, my fam be my whole world It figures 'cause shed die for them
Doe or die status, mama be the From to Queensbridge, its pure havoc, havoc We on a job, wit Mobb They had the drop on 'em, the slanted eyes peep the on 'em
He jig an' he bubblin' big Dig a hole holdin', Sos, watch his cash start An' bet though, twenty G wet though Nas, you shoulda seen the nigga jet
Had it on blast, seen me shakin' all of my ass Of course, me, I the gas, thug nigga, turnin' real saucy lay low, Ima play if you say so So stay like Im 'bout to twist babe, bro I laid it down, went a of rounds an' tried to flaunt him I threw it on him, now hes right I want him
Got my mind in ways Saturated up in alize, you aint a threat, So get big, nigga, girl, crossin' over, send your soldiers Toucha, fuck a rusher, world is colder
Like a day in 25th, son, I got gift From monkey motherfuckers, that rip Get shit split, pushed back, grill that ass dont look back Respect this, like a repo man, I took that
Five cats to death, dog, like shop, Im gonna set Handwritten obituaries, through my chords Lights out, just pull the out Lets find out, shook ones, they pointin' dimes out
It aint hard, straight up an' down, you get deck pulled My hand is full of niggaz, I position intuition, fuck a rap competition Gat expo, get a an' never let go
The tec blows, the rapper Noyd said that ass is wet Triple P, paranoid, plus to death, put the pedal to the metal Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your
You only get once chance, aint no guessin' We blessin', your style, them never testin' of life, walk the night witcha weapon
Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' constant Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to shit Blink a eye, the comment The calmest, its not a threat, its a promise,
Fox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, bitched up The niggaz slither like Jake, it all great no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz thats fake
They got though, a 850 auto, they sayin' nada know the Firm gettin' nachos Cheddar whatever, I see money frontin' in the land I got him, I got me a an' his man
Murderous, mami, I the kiss, he was hist Ooh, seen that ill Roley on his wrist It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, mean Youll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his
Realistically, papi is history, I got this, chill, papa, let me rock Im wit fours to cock this, let me plot this Ice, he nice, if he front, take his life
At the shark bar, fuckin' wit duke, him an' his frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer Yeah, thats the Firm, jig the up an' body sumpin'
Whattup now, His eyes cried from the inside I seen all of his fears he about to fry He looked at me, his right eye Was like, Mami, why?, I felt fucked up, I lie
He was shook, Mega his chest, aint nuttin' left But the sky blue land an' nigga's last breath Last
My mind is the drama that got me back constant Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb Blink a eye, missed the The calmest, its not a threat, its a
My mind is the drama that got me lookin' constant Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb Blink a eye, missed the The calmest, its not a threat, its a
Yeah, its not a threat, Deep an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby Firm, 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice Grand Wiz, where you at, Queensbridge, Don Pu, the Brooklyn, pretty boy