Don't you you could be me, bitch?
you wish you could be me?
Turn me up some, 665 one I'm entitled to my like a trust fund Come up off the dubs, let me one Drops on every corner like the way the bus runs You that I'mma act a hooligan and lick shots in unison With crews of hooligans until you're left with fewer me on the news, being in the view, wearing your jewels Saying "I saw it all, but I don't who the shooter is" I in the infamy, Count made the symphony You can't fucks with it, then you not a friend of me Bullet hits neck, travels all through your extremities Make me feel sad, knowing murder not the But that's the way it be on the Braveheart, stay sharp before you run out of Cause there's no halfsteppin', you're in or you're not And with the way the black, you're either kin or the cops, bitch
Don't you wish you be me?
So what's the drill, kiddo, Ay yo, the talon separates The breeze like a whistle flame out to nab you Call the Zippo, Leave you crippled We could do it in the or after dark at the cribbo So invest it, roll around in suits double-breasted Whips foreign and domestic, shorty's big-chested Blessed on the mic I it so filthy that the mic septic We'll throw hands, golden gloves, I got the molly-whop The way I lick shots, I it double-barrelled lollipops blow spots just like a molotov And I'mma stay rich 'til the fuckin' drops Ay yo, I walk around with mostly rifles for survival Cause death walks with (????)
Bitch, me my mothafuckin' money, bitch! you wish you could be me, bitch?
Don't you you could be me? Ha, yeah, Mista Thug Don't you wish you could be me Ho?