m down for my niggas C-Murder Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck
about you calling on my phone I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper I brought my partner for my
let him see my face and then I send him [Hook:] I'm a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way Frown on my face, I'm holding my AK Handling bidness
:] Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby Real talk baby, we still living One deep for life nigga, S.U.C.
(feat. Pimp C, Spice 1 & Vicious) [Pimp C:] Uh, the damn place made me crazy I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies
of my game) a nigga from the hood didn't live so good now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame) when I'm comin down in my foreign and
job me and for God upon you, take this pain away [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Now I lay me, down to sleep I pray the Lord keep my body, as my enemies creep Don
A-D me Dropping salt on my name, saying I sold my soul And these suppose to be my people, damn my people so cold Why not be happy for a nigga, when he
(*Talks*)Don't these niggas know we murder niggas for real man? (*Sings*)Fucking around with Z-Ro nigga ya dead wrong (dead wrong) dead wrong (dead wrong
casket drop (Real talk nigga) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for DJ Screw (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Hawk (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for
I'm pimping my pen But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink Using my focus choking smash on
killers than kin folk Cause If I know the location of murder I can vacate But I'm still down for my pistol like a playmate Nigga even my girlfriend don
plain to see that you can't change me Nigga cause I'ma forever be a nigga for life A thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab nigga A Killa Klan nigga, a Mo City nigga
made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where
's a mean world Nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day? Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow My army fatigues made for
