in the truck, hand on the pump Ready to dump on any man for a lump Acting like a bitch, is you a man or a chump? Many niggas stood in the quicksand and
run cuz I'm on ya like a sud, bitch fuck that stealin from me man is gon be fatal when I point these pistols I buck ya like a third grader play no games
I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I The hump back girls with thighs Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein thick Or maybe skinny like a stick
top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas
A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock
my C.R.E.A.M. The first trip without the clique Sent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
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my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is
I'm on, six minutes- I'm on Tricky: It's a long way from Knowle West to Hollywood I've never seen a triple beam From L.A. to N.Y. I eat pork make 'em
was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb Slap that bitch on the third Nigga done caught wit a slur Can't see shit but a blur Crank up that Chevy let
cool when you fuckin' with a nigga like me Cool when you ridin' with a nigga like me To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine) To all my niggas keep
hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch Y'all niggas know I ain't even got the leverage Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em Bounty we pull our guns
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis A nigga that could twist like this A nigga that could rip any shit that he get Never balk and come with a
got a lot of jail, fresh just comin outta they shells Spark a L, let me school y'all how to properly swell Lay it back, but seein these fool and spray
shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like
think he is, I'm just a representative of my relative, Guns up hoes down, Easily put you where you can't be found, Cause I'm a rider, plus a provider
man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for seperateness My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack of a smack to a bird who don'
