bitches Cause I'm down for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I bust rounds for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I'm gone clown for my bitches Fuck them other bitches
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring
I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew
my foes My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes Who else but Mama's only son, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one Say my name, watch bitches come
you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks
the wall, the shit is hurtin my head Fed's talkin, they watchin me in the bed tearin my broad up "That dick is kinda small, my bitch is too much." C'
on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law ends, flossin Rollin in my Benz I
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
city, wit me pin me, Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains, Put in my mind all off on my murder, Murder y'all all, and I flees the
what I sayin Me buy a bitch a couple rocks in a watch? Quit playin Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me And for them fuckin spectators I brought
lethal, as a mojito Be my amigo, eat my burrito You a fuckin seagull, up in Francisco I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat Murder's what she wrote,
the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want
my finger on my heater Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper I lowride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust New York and Philly are
ll bitches man What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas Where you at nigga C'mon nigga Where you at Where you at nigga c
I'm as trill as you can be they scream Pimp C but now they see the Pimp's free [Verse 4: C-Murder] Wake up roll call you see another day gone by now
D-P-G funk And I am crip I never learned to crip Oh no! Put me down Let go of my legs I'll never C-walk Do the time of life You have the time of your
{Gunshots} Bitch I'm down for my niggas {C-Murder} Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for
a bull report Sit back, calmful, tibble and cold war Hailin from my neck down, rounds flip clowns Buyin a loyal bitch gowns, go down, fuck them clowns
