Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer
I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost with your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit
know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands Pull up in a monster automobile
'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red
business Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant People lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk Reincarnated spirit of a G Beef'll make you dinner take a
' and puttin' on a fashion show We done checked these ***, met these *** Man, I don't respect these *** I'm a real motherf*** T H U G Original hate to be a
beefin', with a magician then drippin' now his ass missin I'll be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat Well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch
face 'coz I got a big bank Like big bank, hang 'coz my money don't fold Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold Let me get a hand clap if you
the Deep Blue Sea Aim lock on, Goldeneye War in the snow storm, with double, oh on U.K. blow your horns Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn Doc
was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom Yo Biggie What? what? She havin' my baby If I pull out the A.K., keep your
is like your seats And the hole is what they call a sunroof Or maybe a three-way power hole We ride 24's or better, wood grain or leather, with a hole
dump a shell nigga Send a frail nigga Straight to hell nigga Thats ya shelter nigga Helt-a-skelta nigga And when I belt a nigga God help a nigga
pull out a gat And say blow your block away, lean back, lean back, lean back lean back I Said my nnniz don't dance we just pull out a gat And say
so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes
Thought You Said You Was A Solja You Runnin With Killas Yeah Tha Truth Hurts Nigga But Im More Than Bullets I Make A Bun Get A Gun Run Up On You And
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's alcohol, a nigga or a bitch aint one. Yeah im done talkin, I converse with guns sparkin, Chop ya whole crew up and put yall in one coffin, Pull up
only for the nite when the storm'll live calmer 'cause seem like they wanna give a lifetime sentence to a nigga with a pistol and a pound of marijuana