I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin' would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin' do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big loot, makin green
out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder
one right here, for all the riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the killing fields Nigga, the home of the G's Land of the nymphos and murderers
the black asian Which location keeps circulating I want the twin power after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who
do For I come around your hood, broad day with the crew They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos And they will gladiate all day, what it do? R.I.
the fan, I am what I am, I'm another weed man Green like a vegan, not a mean man I don't gotta green thumb, I gotta whole green hand When I party with
Goddamn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! Back in the day, we used to respect y'all, niggas We used to be down with y'all, niggas All you have
'em high Higher than turbulence is White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder
scouts works of art Picasso from the Hydro roller slash hustler CEO slash retired soldier Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short Still the thought of murderer
another capper Hold up my face is on the front of the paper Now they got's me on the run, and I'm runnin' to they catch us I'm talkin' bout myself, and my murderous murder
the CT committee I ain't tryin' to bounce, I'm tryin' to flip a ounce and ball in my city So player, get your shine on, get your shine on All day long
joke While he looks in the gutter For something to smoke And two hundred kids In one red minimoke Scream down the street Fully loaded Day in the city
in the city walkin' round lookin' pretty playas call m Sidity fuck pitty chitty chitty bang bang it's a Westside thang bitches get banged on and stole on in the city
turbulences white Phantom lookin so fergalicious im from the city of big drugs and murder victims its get rich go to jail or be a murder victim (
, surprise We got some fireworks for ya Pop the trunk ,get the gift inside lemme show ya Niggas treat that coke like a joke A cocaine city's like a murder
, yo) Well, you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin', "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth" Wanna know what this demeanor's bout? City tried to clean us out Green
gun/ no ridin the emergency van/ 'cause i can take trips come back to New York City curved with a tan/ blow 40 cal. curvin a man/ ready to murder a man
all about y'all green I gotta gets my mad mail on, nigga what (cha-ching) Beamin', fuck 'em, I stay leanin' in the Lex Me 'n Master P 'n C-Murder off