Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album I dont give a damn how many he put
out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's candy paint wood grain with the leather seats
mercedes baby lady baby crazy merecdes
I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I aint no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots
Bust em and burry em
That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers
Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
Another nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleeding
Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
Yall niggaz best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Olmstead
I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shit
I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking plastic bag
wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed
til the nigga cant breath
Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse
If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth
But down south I aint no hard ass nigga
But best believe real come the thriller
Motherfucka I feel ya
Blast them hollow points,cuz hollow points get points across
They want the juice but they dont want to pay the cost
Now who's the boss
My nigga ask these hoes
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