Now you're gonna end up face down Now you're gonna end up face down Now you're gonna end up face down Now you're gonna end up face down, so Now you
rock, bet he cock, now News flash, my nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the
Now we hear the Louie tho It's two below hundred degrees I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L hat on Top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin' wit'
We got the dap too, where we living we ain't leaving [DCQ:] What the D-D the E-E the A-A the L Last time in a battle yo a lion got his eye swell Isn'
guns don't go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!" Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, "Eat a dick" Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don't miss
face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder
is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
: [Chorus x2: Warcloud] You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique You live inside my painting and move once a week I switched the art around,
It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning
here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute, pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down
for a mack, got caught up in a scandal, police ain't right, and we ain't either. Errybody want somethin equal, listen up my people: we gotta get down, get down
Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a
up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin' a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now J A D A
I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch
go, now we in the Louis tho It's two below hundred degrees, I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L. hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin'
it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to
