Don't you you could be me, bitch?
Don't you you could be me?
me up some, 665 plus one I'm entitled to my money like a trust Come up off the dubs, let me one Drops on corner like the way the city bus runs You know I'mma act a hooligan and lick shots in unison With crews of hooligans until you're left fewer friends 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 your neck, travels all through extremities Make me feel sad, knowing murder not the But the way it be on the block Braveheart, sharp before you run out of clock Cause there's no halfsteppin', you're in or you're not And the way the lips black, you're either kin or the cops, bitch
you wish you could be me?
So what's the drill, kiddo, Ay yo, the talon separates The like a whistle shootin' flame out to nab you Call the Zippo, Leave you crippled We do it in the park or after dark at the cribbo So let's invest it, roll around in suits Whips and domestic, bubble-butted shorty's big-chested Blessed on the mic I it so filthy that the mic septic We'll hands, golden gloves, I got the marvelous molly-whop The way I shots, I call it double-barrelled lollipops Ugly blow just like a molotov And I'mma stay 'til the fuckin' coffin drops Ay yo, I around with mostly large rifles for survival Cause death walks hand-in-hand (????)
Bitch, me my mothafuckin' money, bitch! Don't you wish you could be me,
Don't you wish you be me? Ha, yeah, Mista Thug Don't you wish you could be me Ho?