Yeah, two guns up Yeah, niggaz runnin' around yappin' with dicks in mouth My niggaz, is serious, L.O.X. Couldnt even put three niggaz And come up with this combination, is fo real, yo
I a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high Dont give a if I die 'cause my son is alive I grew up doing dumb shit that made me Coulda died ten times that made me
my soul, not for no cars and gold I been through it my scars is old Remember the time I used to puff And the law was cold
Back when my mom played my fathers role Now Im a man runnin' a gun in the vest It feel with my son on my chest I wanna but Im one of the best Fuck around, I might run to the Lay low and get blunted to
Niggaz is wack, I cant say it than that Dog you in the front but it rain in the back Fuck the 'cause the middle do a lot and a little Stuck in but yall niggaz wont see the riddle Settle for less, a General but dont my chest
Die for my niggas nevertheless, cant find a nigga better this Kiss and the louch, every man ahead of the group, the coup Yall niggas want the red in my boots, in my shirt Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the I see the not move but the shit still work Motherfucker, thatll make you a jerk,
Ayyo, yall gon' do now Yall fucked up now, How deep is your now fucked up now Dont make us heat you Yall up now We the nicest niggas Yall up now
I pay off blue suits that's And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo, a bad bitch kill So when you put the dogs on her, you massengill Summers eve, drugs in coffee hip to the Ds I play smarter, why my flights now be charter Ten seater, you know about a Porsche at a meter
Next to koochie freak those, tickets keep And you can mail to my postbox down in Mel I aint the that you see posted on cop walls Im that eighteen and up on my balls
Yall cant the great one, sheek be jason not cops But that nigga my pops I bust like bums at a bar but far from a lush Everything about cat be plush
And Im quick to do dirt since Im through shirt Like nothing, lift a arm, I hit those under wing Yo, why you following this cat, hey, he about to get back You poke your chest out in the street, thats cool
But in a bing fool was like Louis rich meat We run from yall, we scatter for guns on yall What you know about two 380s a basketball And its beef, store on his side with burners on coronas We the best that did it, if you need us, telephone us What the fuck
Ayyo, what gon' do now Yall fucked up now, How deep is your now fucked up now Dont make us you down Yall up now We the nicest niggas fucked up now
Yo, a nigga wanna go to war kiss, find him a ditch Old school niggas me, I remind 'em of rich 'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus Hoppin' out a rough six with and scuffed kicks
I all the dealers and tell 'em to stuff nix I done signed autograph and took every flick Im quite that I coulda hit every chick But I didnt ones that I did give 'em dick
All day the lox flow hotter than Election time na cop blow in the hallway And there aint plates for yall to eat with me Stingy nigga but I my slugs equally
I put half where your waist at and half where your at Yo, we in from a new spot, let taste that From your street only one of my plans I got south niggas payin' a hundred a gram
And I could care less how you shift the scan However you get it you to hit your man But we dont hold the grudges, we control the And do the fuck we wanna do, nigga fuck it
Ayyo, yall gon do now fucked up now We the niggas around fucked up now Ayyo, yall gon do now fucked up