shades so my thoughts don't support you Thoughts decreases, hungry bowls on my torso Paper plate or paper plane, can I please aboard you, you, you Uh,
off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you
a half of six pack in his hatchback Trailer hitched attached to the back (dispatch) You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You
, and Brown is gonna rock the mic soon With a huh! Here we go in June Power cat with the snap in the rules Throw a misses out, this is all street news You
When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot You ready, you got the
the wooden set Front, I strike accurate you get wet Whatever choice you select handle appropriately Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake Lefrak shine, just wait I need half
verdict Sweat on my forehead, I'm anxious and nervous These streets'll eat you if you let 'em, cop'll beat you You pumpin' Diesel then them jack boys'll beat you
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs What you know about that You already know straight up, you already know straight up You already know straight up You
meat blacken You try get fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you
/c now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone
Weighted down by possessions Weighted down by the gun Waited down by the river for you to come And who socks were you darning, poor darling While I was
you dont get stacks boy, you a pack boy, be on the corner for a 100 hours, sellin murder fo this coke and only going for a 100 dollars, you could probably
ninety-fo', ain't shit changed But now you call me daddy, when you call my name Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat I'ma super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat
month I'm done with it [Baby] I understand, But you ain't listenin' you just talkin' I said I could get you paid, Is you with that offer? I know you see
us (What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust (What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice I might bang you twice and take
's Ray Riley, you can call me Boots 'Cause we gon' boot 'em outta power then spread the loot We need to drive that freedom train, not ride caboose And you
survive this verbal attack You think you're slang can match The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue While you