yeah nigga
this hit is a hustle
niggaz be hustlin backwards
but they all need to slow down
and get some game first nigga
boy you better get some game
listen what a nigga sayin. boy you're 'bout to lose control. this is how you need to roll. the lil' homey got shot
doin just a whole lot. cause he just wouldn't listen
now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison
slow down muh'fucker
i think you're movin too fast
you a crash dummy
your parkin leaves you ready to crash
if you ask me
i'll say fuck ya
buck ya i'll come up and touch ya
with them hammers i'll nail you down
i can't tell you hardhead niggaz nothin
'specially when you come up from nothin and get somethin
it's comatose
i leave you unconscious
i'm a nauseous
street nigga who out to stomp this
with an attitude
you know i got to feud
allude the fierce motherfuckin nigga cause you so confused
abuse in battle my tactics
to all you niggaz who be thinkin so plastic
i stay on my grizzy my grind
run my bling every time
i got that good shit because it's hard to find
i stay quick to climb
got my mind on my money
and my money on my mind
nigga all the time
slow down
nigga
doin too much out of bounds out of touch
out of sync out of whack off beat off track
too much motherfuckin pressure nigga no aim
no focus
no goals
no g in you
no game
niggaz wanna go get money with no game
pimpin black bitches and snowbunnies with no game
got a chinese bitch that told me 'bout yo' spot
your whole entire clientele on yo' block
better watch. smashin on you busters off top
two choppers
two glocks
you need to calm down
before you get surround
how much
could i get for a busload of birds
try to jack me 'fore it get served
murder currency a word
a trial
house borough and suburb
calicos with teflon to overlook the curb
slow down
come around here
get your head bust over the pavement
no fuck nigga
what the fuck was you sayin
niggaz around here homey ain't jokin or playin
we runnin niggaz over when the gun be sprayin
bodies talk
bullshit walk
sidewalks in chalk
the nigga caught slippin cause his ass is hot!
he movin like a locomotive
now he's dead
nigga and bangin was the motive
last word spoken
bodies gettin stretched from tacoma to oakland
on the streets
heartbeat
bang and bust
just shut the fuck up and take some game from us
i got purple
blueberry
cash and hoes
i got a nickel nigga strip
elbows and toes
every word that's comin out of your mouth
you showin me 'bout it
every bird that's comin out of your house
you told me 'bout it
your mouth
slow it down
nigga hold it down
slow down