yeah, nigga Just this shit, ya heard? It's ya man I'm back niggaz holla
My I'm fresh off it I never change I'm stuck in these Nike Airs and Taurus But I'm a do it for my They end my chill wanna see what that villa be
Now what sound like? Plus they know what a clip get down Turn bags from legs to wheels paint it peels 'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out the steel I live this way it's dog no joke
Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the ya connect, yap ya bitch
So let it be known I'm back for my The sergeant, the cap, the mac 60 For rookies and vets I'll 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the ruger come two clips, dog
M easy leave my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy who believe me? We all criminals but live a diplomat We get low the dough low get it back
Here is something you understand How I could just a man for killa cam Me and my Roc fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop fam
Hit the wall ceiling fans Listen boar, man I you how to fill a van Up with killers man and line the a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he you up
What chu the dope or the weed? How you it packaged, in the cap or the bag? How you want me wit' the mac or the mag? Yeah that bent get back, but scrap act real fast
And keep a wack that'll gag ya Block style from ya swagger, ya It's the broad street bully I bully niggaz on the streets I house on the narrowest block
Know my when the barrel get hot When the gun blows and the shots fall and the clear Man I be hearin' you Nobody hit up in the 'cuz I'm observin'
be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chill On the real I make you niggaz feel this steel
Go 'head stupid niggaz go wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy I'm a wit' them pricks Better yet the I got pies and cakes Nigga think is turnin' 5 to 8
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to That to 100,000, in a housin' Closed 'em all dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit'
the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
All for information it ain't They in love the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I off It could be 2nd, sound like July 4th
Halloween or Day At memorial be one year from today All y'all think peace and peachy I leave you piecy all my bitches rock
Christian Dior, 'Round phony niggaz get the jeebies hoes say "Killa feed me feed me" Calm ma, easy, easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but Not doggy's angels killa please me
You now rollin' with them from the R O C wanna despise the team Roc a fella When the shit gets down you know doin' the poppin easy
Fuck those who disagree, my you get 'em free Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc in this muh muh