oww! yeah
vigilante season
boss don
dame grease
let's get 'em
yeah
these streets
i got 'em in a smash
if it's worth it
throw his body to the surface
everything is picture perfect
dog i wouldn't change a thing
got these niggas hatin' me
never once did they judge me when i couldn't make it rain
if you see that boss don
he deliver
every song
bitches they quiver
whenever i give 'em heavy dong
got that bezzy on my arm and it glisten like a charm
i'm the man
see jimmy
he my biggest fan
nigga damn
see i do this shit for fun
i was only toying with that cockaroach
now it's time to ride
we got lots of coke
know i cop the best shit on the streets
why you envy?
hit me with some punani
baby don't be stingy
baby don't be tryna diss the boss don bigga
nigga no
it's best thing that i get the dough
higher stratuspheres
i can take you there
just grab my hand
make you disappear like the magic man
tragic
damn
the lord is tryna tell you somethin' somethin'
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror.then don't know who you are
po-po they almost caught it in the crib but we flushed it
flushed it
gain greene gettin' money
you bitches
i hope you notice the cars
awwww
you can see it in my eyes
i'm tryna ride
you in heaven but nobody waan die
i love fi see a battyman cry
every morning you wake up and hit the mirror then don't know who you are
we hear to stay like sickle cell
and you can tell i'm through these faces like trenton trail
montana
biggavell
on-camera
get you killed
fit the bill
cop kinda work that don't fit the scale
niggas try to counterfeit me and my niggas style
i be lookin' on that worldstar
watch a nigga style and try to book 'em
fuck up your budget
the cannon bust and them shots flying
fresh outta high school to the league
mount zion
i'm like kobe with the.40
mcgrady with the.80
shaq with the mac
put a hole in your back
i'm a product of that product they be baggin' up
coke boyz
prices on his head
toe-tag 'em up
you niggas underpaid
went and got the london wave
gain greene/coke wave renegades
you know them niggas gun a hot
100 shots
you know we run the streets
what the bumboclaat
montana
bitch
back up in this shit again
me and dame grease we got another hit again
scratch workers in tenements
i'm innocent
wasn't even there
people whisper when they see me like
that's him! that's him!"