when I aim the gun but holler: A to the motherfucking k with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay A to the motherfucking k with a spray-ay-ay It's 95 keep your
Geah Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough Gettin money 24 My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough Floss around like kingpins in a
pass, I'm swerving in a slab It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top And I'm going to the
back and count ways on how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or
up or blown away? Just stayin' strong is a price to pay Damn, I haven't worked since I was 'bout 17 They had time busy hangin' out being a drama fiend
, I suggest niggaz to roll out, listen! I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla Ya get chopped up with the
m a take mine and form a fortune that be bottomless Yo never shot a miss, to lose is our the question Your life could be taken as quick as a suggestion
? Live with it, somebody done f**ked up Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, m******** and pounds Found with Staten Island n***** that run up on you with rounds Take a
Get with real **** bull**** will never get you paid This is the dream of a young black teen I fiend for **** cross country like a greedy crack fiend,
ya The D's not out so the coast is clear But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest New York
sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a
dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggaz try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a
In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime
Its a curse this rap sh*t The end is always tragic Played out or fade out shot out of existence Persistence is a quality Talent is a tool I use it for
and kidnap a suspect Wrap her in [unverified] with blood red to crip blue My shit's to colorful Running through with a hundred goons and maniacs If a
a flight, i'll blast off, Niggas talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off, Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps, Just made a mill, count
When I was just a little boy Played with hoes instead of toys Fuck what a motherfucker say I'm going to drink my banging choice 'Cause I wasn't one