Your convictions are going up with the smoke that you?re blowing in my face, You'll boycott all the evils you know, as long as there?s no nicotine trace
Please do not get the game crossed up In order for you not to get tossed up Whether or not you are flossed up It is necessary in every pimp's life To
click I'm a ride or die [repeat] Eating on some chips Smoking on a blunt Chilling on da front porch Gray court pulled up in the front All I know is smoke weed, run steal
I try my best, to keep it real And pay dues [Z-Ro] Extra extra read all about it, I'm going crazy Ro raging with motherfuckers smoking, going eighty Miles per hour, pass up
guerillas could see refuge Cause it seems this time we gain one, as one more elute Whatever the rules, whatever you choose, whatever you give, I accept Just let me twist up, let me smoke
the hallways Of your home, with a vest on Talking you come real, with the black steal But you ain't never seen no glock That's why Grady, checked your ass up
car, only reason I see is bodies stacked Fired up the dank, and I hit it so hard The smoke started seeping up out the holes in my back I crunked up the
I got New York niggaz, paying 23 So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truck I come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride
youth and youth and youth a come up And you see when you come up And the father drop out Dem no know no father so dem come up to a gunman. Me done know
: Kadafi] Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up
need to get your hammers up Th-th-th-th-th thats what's up You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-cl-cl Clap it up! Fif put in the
Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican stand off I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal [
her ass \"catch me if you can\" Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the
her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the
up from my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG twista bitch and I from the shy with my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie we be specializing in and up
(feat. Pimp C) [MJG:] Roach spraid on the block Then I took my throwback Now my soldiers posted up Hangin' like a coatrack Gun in the bushes and Work
Don't smoke don't fight don't light no cigarettes Or else you'll wind up in the can No jokes no rights sit tight don't fool around You are a guest of