shit that will fuck with your brain boy It's the shit that will fuck with your brain This is the shit that will fuck with your brain boy It's the shit
m a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog And play'n with a little change nigga, fog Fuck with me I put a little over your brain But fuck that I ride
Bang Bang", make your brains hang, and it is a thang Bitch, better have my muthafuckin fetty Before I put this mm-mm to your head and make your shit
they all know don't fuck with Chris See I'm a boss boy Fuck around with hog style The dudes click with Strange and get tossed boy When I'm (?) (?) the
That'll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can't maintain Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy That's for sure boy and
heat that can light up Alaska, ask them condos with the big ass plasmas flashing one hit wonder i think not im laughing to the damn bank with all that guap and all that
' that shit) Nigga, fuck you (You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (And you better
m killing Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life But fuck that shit it's time to go home
breaks Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with
fuck with Chris See I'm a boss boy Fuck around with hog style The dudes click with Strange and get tossed boy When I'm (?) (?) the whole night, fo niggas that
that'll kill your click and will kill your brain If you can't maintain better slow your roll boy money, hungry Ain't no ho boy that's for sure boy and
what we pack Fuck limited straps, I know they comin they got my back Only bust shots and rhymes with niggas that I fuck with See some run with this click
kill your click, that's the end of this shit. So don't you ever in your muthafuckin' life try to test me steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest
that life was short Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat My stars as I match and I creep so cold You are the wrong nigga to fuck with So fuck with
ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like whats really good wit ya mom or your lil boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still
running out for you fools Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out And slash your fuckin leather Get a seperate shit better, whether Win
t hush Open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit your own life It ain't right, disrespect you die on site That
Stupid fucking questions, alot of people think that, what i say on record, or what i talk abouton the record, that i actually, do in real life, or that