hit and run, we might die today Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run, hit and run, hit and run) Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run
goner and my problems you don't want it 'cause I ain't no bitch if I ain't sayin shit I'm sayin, I ain't no bitch fuck you and your click, I ain't no
chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit Twelve o'clock done hit - it's midnight
out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's
We fight Wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner [?] Cus some girls over here don't got a problem giving head Paranoia's on you that's why your alrm
s thinkin' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on
niggas better have my cake What you think Nigga you ain't Have me laughin all the way to the bank L O L, A M B, O R at the Gini baby Had the chop the
't no way to stop me You can't hurt me, if you squirt me, I won't die, even if you pop me Think you wit H-O-L-Y, and I sing that murder lullabye So when
O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin' Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved I make dead bodies roll over their graves I drop one, drop two, and then
, L-O-X, Eve, and me Now that's the hottest thing in the streets Our beats is Swizz Cheesed up with holes in the shit Double R roll thick And ain't nothin
Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on
me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down
dumb niggas father's Under my wing like Sanford and Son Weird sons, I'm a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] I'
be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic
own tags Don't touch this Cracklin hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, Laugh, and pop shit Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard Got
me go Yeah, l-o-s-e-r I can only be who I are Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth So everyone can hear Hit me with the words you got and
took it Whattup it's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on
ed out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit these And you don't wanna fuck wit these And you don't wanna fuck
