a lot of hate 'cause i took hollywood on my back
you can tell by the way i got out the projects
your thuggin with the best
don't worry if i got nines i blast text
you should worry if ya got shine i snatch next
war for real you don't want war for real
if it's real make ya timbs up step up and feel
'cause real killas do real things
you americe nigga who wanna play nigga?
the ballheads back nobody worse then them
i'm a mad face nigga in a worsta grim
i'm a maceface nigga i'm n a
bangin' brooklyn to brussels to bell air
shortys poppin' their brands
scared of dropping their bars
nigga ain't a greater flow
i'm bound to come up on niggaz
and highjack the bank abduct ya ditches
got a nice plan tuck to fit ya
i'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya
wer stopping wer trempin' yo scene
you will show us the money when i show you the bean
it's the s t crocked i c k y
got ma doin' for sticks back in b
i'm livin' all in 5 barrels
the thuggest thug in the club
been in the game for years
ma rims is just as big as you
i had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5
this is about sex and cash
girls and clothes only for ma models
i beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle
the combination always leaves somebody wetting the street
i'm start sellin' hope trough ma arms of weed
'cause i'm broke only got three hundred gram on the bank
bringing you that filth from filth
let me stop talking before i criminate myself