ghetto 211

we ain't got no money

so me an silkk gon' hit a crack house for some dope

haha

muthafuckin police ain't give a fuck

niggas robbin niggas in the ghetto. armed robbery

i got twin glock like tamira and tia

nigga tries to step

try to flex

an you'll get x-ed just like mia

see

i be a gangsta like t

a murdera like c

when you see me bow down

address me a master like p

my murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes

trees

tryin to get me some g an dope to the hookers

it's time for you to puch out

i'm tuggin up in your time card

why you do what you do

because like times hard

it's like here

nigga hop

nigga clips. to the glock

i hits yo' block an watch his shit every stop

bitches be like aw

off of some dumb shit

i runs this

nigga t-r-u's my click when i come thick i cruise wit

a gang of niggas

that be down to ride on yo' set

niggas be trippin

cock the teck

an we ride wit yo' bet

best believe i clock g's

nigga no dice

i time the blast

i smash

i'm up in your house

cuz i'm a hustler

cuz i'm a killa

who gives a fuck

if i murder another ghetto nigga

cuz i'm a hustler

cuz i'm a killa

who gives a fuck

if i murder another ghetto nigga

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taz tries to hit but i be back up out the back route

me an p countin g's

choppin up keys up in the crack house

the baddest 2 brothers since billy an jessie james

p would you blast

if the nigga so much as tests me

hits them wit all between the seem

i'ma hit that nigga wit 21

i got that k with the beam

ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like tag-team

be like

1 for the money

be like 3 for all my cash

one eighty-seven that i peels caps

niggas get dealed with

nigga hook 'em

how you gon' fuck wit niggas we real black

an that's how we ride

1

2

3

it's yo' birthday

ain't no love on this muthafuckin first of the month

it's yo' last day

see i be jackin

my nigga silkk be packin

i be puttin niggas in body bags

bitch

i ain't actin

it's no substitutes on this shit

this is the real shit

fuck what you heard cuz

nigga

i'm ready to kill a bitch

you got my cash

gimme the grass

lovin you hoes?

kiss my ass

it's ninteen ninty-skrilla

bitches in the body bag

it's time to spray ya

spray ya out like calgon

ain't no love

murder muthafucka

this ain't no funny farm

down south they jackin

robbed

an they packin

puttin niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car

who jackin

wanna take a ride

ride around the block

it's time to go

ain't no love where i'm from

niggas killin for that white snow

an yo' bitch

i don't love no hoe don't trust no bitch

she got master p on her ass an she'll suck my dick

y'all niggas mad cuz i'm famous

it's time to ride

it's time to ride

ain't no love on the south side

y'all niggas better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee

i'm not tryin to preach to y'all niggas but i'm tellin y'all niggas

watch ya ass an trust nobody

cuz in the ghetto everybody lives like john gotti

nigga comin up shizort

teck-9's to yo' muthafuckin hizeart

nigga live an eye for an eye

you fuck me

we gotta fuck you

an like my nigga silkk said

it's time to ride

i ain't got no money

i might just pull a jack

but that's what i might do

i'm not tellin you to do that

nigga

do what you gotta do

cuz we bout it! we rowdy!

but who gives a fuck if we kill each other

nigga

y'all think about it