hey y'all
capone-n-noreaga
and flex got us spinnin joints like seven times
thinkin it's they turn they know i'm rich
i like a hood rat make a hood book of my bitch
ay yo she get what she get don't ask for shit
and i told y'all niggaz that i bust to the sceddene
y'all niggaz is wack like the cops solid cuisine
all them niggaz is straight wack
blow holes through they chest slugs go through they back
and what got me mad is that i really wanna dump off
i say m.u. see if y'all wanna dump off
i was a little kid when i went up north
and hoes wanna give me head right in front of my mans
and when i got the plan i stay wit fams
while y'all coke head niggaz still sniff on grams
now first of all i'ma send this out to y'all the thug niggaz who brawl
playin in halls making cellular calls
on a run from the laws wit a gat in they claws
i ain't even threw the cracks in they paws
bang bang we love to settle the score
shift from me in the fourth these guys is ready for war
i say the kingdom of the fame once more we reclaim
slug or twenty thou threw on a chain
niggaz simplistic i been flipped it pumped through blizzards
clutched the gun on my hip
i runt this shit like business
c.e.o. crack merchants tell me when it's dark like guiness
fly son'll do i run a few
piss on the world we number one
you shitty niggaz still number two
gunnin you down bitch you frontin you
like oh shit" tried to run