third floor

i used to sell dimes on the third floor

now i got bricks by the boat load

i used to sell work by the corner store

now i can buy that damn corner store

niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit

now i got crack like it's '86

and i ain't just jumped off the fucking porch

if you want war we can go to war

thirty shots or better in my handgun

nigga we play for keeps

we don't shoot for fun

them bullets hot like the sun

you better run

hit you with this forty and shoot you with this tommy gun

the world is mine

i'm looking like tony son

fuck a bad bitch

i need a couple of 'em

a chopper with the work

i'm mister double up

vatos hit me up

he need a hundred of 'em

you know me shit

i tried to fucking smuggle 'em

i got couple guns with a hundred drums

so when a nigga ain't done

this ain't one of 'em

a couple thou' sitting in my shoe box

and i'm so thug life

call me 2pac

a nigga robbed you and you ain't do nothing

trappin' trappin' out the bando since a fucking youngin'

ran into lil fredo

had to fuck with youngin'

serving o.j. mayo

eighty crack one hundred

quick to make that cake

ol' fuck nigga ain't my mama

twelve pussy nigga

talking to your honor

a young nigga been out the porch fucking with drugs

serving president obama

all of my pockets are filled up with dub

the bird

that's still in the bunker

don't need your favor

i jug every summer

i used to trap in

rolling pharmacy on four or five commas

i got the bands off o.g. marijuana

they asking about me all in tijuana

keep it one hunna'

you think i'm chiraq when you play with my money

i smoke a pack

you say you be coming

i'm back to back and

talk to 'em fredo