fuck what happens tonight

fuck all that ho shit

fuck all you fuck boys

bitch

we're real hustlers

get money. it's we the best music

bad boy

coke boyz

i got my gun on me

i tell my kids i'll never leave them lonely

fucking streets on me

death row jamaicans murder your family

fuck what happens tonight

fuck what happens tonight

fuck what happens tonight

i've got my gun on me

it was murder she wrote

your name in blood

when the love's gone

your eyes diluted full of blood

six cars full of goons

six blocks heard the boom

dreadlocks

middle of june

head shots

get tombed

stone

ten shots

five gone

9/11 dial tone

you want it all

die alone

a war's going on nobody's safe from

now we're talking to the judge when your day come

like it was hard not to kill these niggas

it was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas

eight figures

need the eight story mansion

while i'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing

diluted with blood in my eyes

like a stillborn

niggas won't make it out alive

nigga

fuck it

i'm ready to die tonight

put it on mom with that clip on my back

i loaded it twice

just a call away

my niggas is ready

no matter the price

playing with mine

you niggas could get it including your wife

isn't life a motherfucker?

since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother

sleeping with that lethal weapon

playing danny glover

ak40

own a hundred if we're talking numbers

riders' fucking with mobsters

niggas want beef? turn them to pasta

load up the clip

shoot up your mama

bang bang

bless them father

passed beside him

rest aside a lake

that's swimming with snakes inside

look at my eyes

i hate disguises

knife or gun

i compromise it

oh lord

i'm a ride on my enemies

if i die tonight

i bet them gangsters remember me

nigga

until then. from the depths of the sea

back to the block

with a bitch on my dick and a bottle of ciroc

tick tock

non-stop

blocker

blocker

blood clot

don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot

lick shot

drip drop over the soil

pot's hot until it boils

to this crip shit

i'm loyal

dip with us

ride with us

lie with us

sleep with us

sit with us

fuck with us

babble bitch's better get with us

she likes the french tip nails that i wear

and how i'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair

yeah

you got truth

now the truth is to dare

blue bandana

it's me and montana

at the tropicana with tanehsa

alisha

lakesha

savannah

nicknames for my blammer

the smell of blood in the bathroom

body layed out stiff full of stab wounds

i told this nigga i was coming back

pussy must not have heard when i told him that

nigga

it's eye for an eye

a life for a life

a body for a price

i want to smell his last breath took

and look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks

because i'm him

it's in the air

i can feel it

shot him four times with the gun i was concealing

overkilling

it ain't no coming back from it

then walked away with a demeanour like i just done it

something evil this way's coming

for big face hundreds this bitch gets punished