*sounds of fighting*
Heh do you know any other styles
I am very grateful
Are you ready
Uh down on 40
Deuce when
I was a shorty duke
That's when
I first got the
Naughty goose
Now I come through in a sported coupe
I know what you better do stop talking bout what you outta do
My crack spot is still portable
Funerals are still affordable
I'm better than all of you
I'm in the hood scraping 'em
Jadakiss
Rae and 'em
Ya'll lame n***as come uptown spend a day with 'em
Bigger ones bootleg liquor runs blow something n***a
Let the herb smoke hit your lung get your guns
The economy is down so you already know
It's gon' be a lot of homi's in the town
That's why
I'm still bringing the seed back
The sneakers that
I can't pronounce that cost a
G stackn***as in the yard got this on repeat black
Player spit snipping different color wallies on
Bliffen had to take 'em off they f**ked up the soles flipped it
I'm forever zooted crushed up glass
I'm just flashing through it
Nine times out of ten suede down at the
JumerMaybach bloomers playing rumors card shark
Getting cash money take a loan hit this tuner
Put us together he run sea
I run land with one ruger
Stop playing you know we run rap you know we done that
Stop fronting son put the gun back
We came with the containers besides having the flamers
My Mexican mans is famous
Running through the streets the bulldog
Conehead hoodies on eighteen five for footballs
Maxed like
I'm under a good wall good
I used to move brown rectangles
Roll you a blunt then smoke you with death's angel
Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle
Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled
It's math but the gun could kill you at all angles
Leave the toast home
I'm leaving you all strangled
Louis loafers on the
Jaguar gas peddles
You got the cops with you you ain't even half ghetto
Not even half
We neither here nor there
But if you was over here you would of been got aired
Been got aired
Like a pair of white
Nike's on a summer day
Pointing the gun away
I could kill you n***as a hundred ways
Mine's in a place that yours ain't so
I'm wearing war paint
For the day that
I see the
Lord saint
Blowing the purple haze playing
The Purple
TapeF**k with
Chef or the
Too bad your courage will be the death of you*sounds of fighting*
