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As a youngin and dumbin, gun in the waist
Sold c***k to those who couldn’t take the pain
And had to numb it with bass
Couldn’t drink the henny straight,
I needed something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back,leaving nothing to waste
Life is like a treadmill, n***s running in place
Getting nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed to never stop winning, ’til the earth stop spinning
Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women
If it’s not him then you got it
confused, y’all not remembering,
My motto is simply I will not lose,
abide by the block rules,
I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it,
let me know anybody want it ?
I’m raised, irrational, ways misunderstood,
If you ain’t live like I live then run with the hood
I’ve done what i could, to come up with
this paper ’til this day still
Run with the hood, guess it’s part of my
nature, if hell awaits a n***A?
I’m coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit
Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist
Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game
This isn’t why I came, may these words
find a spot on your brain
And burn, then I recycle my life I shall return
I’m a hop, skip, and jump, from grippin the pump
Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump
Shit, I get digits in lumps, I’m
a motherfucking problem is this
what you want
?
Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiba,
And reefer paper, I hate the one’s
that blow up ya beeper
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas
Impregnate the world when I “cum”
through your speakers [ha ha]
Fuck hot my records got the fever
N***s kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up,
caught him with his feet up
And shoes off, bout to snooze off
Hatin, cause you can’t turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all
I might bark at X, and spit at the LOX
But, other than that I ain’t even fucking with cats
Just me TA B.I., thug it like that, E,dame and biggs
What’s fuckin with that ?
Y’all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other then a couple slugs in ya back, [huh huh]
Rappers y’all runnin around, like I won’t gun ya down
Last n***a that fronted, two shots spun him around
Lord, except this offering here’s something for your crown
I meant no malice, I just met his challenge, ONE! |
