we
we don't give a fuck about you
your homey on the block can get it too
y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster
save your
crew
before i put a hit out on you
before i let my niggaz come through
y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster
gang-ster
yeah!
i come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
it's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
nigga cross the line
and my wolves'll jump on you
the beef escalate
they'll be back to dump on you
they follow orders
i tell 'em to let off that pump at you
before you snitch
yeah see i know what you chumps'll do
sunny day
hot fudge
vanilla banana split
four niggaz in a whip
ak banana clip
war time
frontline
nigga ride or run and hide
everything alive dies
why ask why? why cry
man up
chump
worryin is for the weak
you could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
yeah
yeah
in the hood when i pop up
minked up and rocked up
niggaz ice grill cause these o.g.'s is washed up
i got a left like
winky wright
my pinky bright
my bank card'll end your life
niggaz scheme but they sweeter than
cookies'n'cream
homey i got more blocks than hakeem the dream
that ain't taskforce money
that's real police
i got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend denise
cruise the streets
stuntin in that maybach sixty-two
nigga what my dope goin fo'
62
c'mon! a gram
by man
my plan's to expand
try to jux and you hoods get catscans
uhh
banks
i got a crew of schitzos behind me
i give 'em the word
they'll wet your whole block up
like the tsunami
try me
and your mami'll be right in the lobby
and they'll be feedin you jello
like you're bill cosby
yeah everybody yellin yeah
so the beef cook
then somebody gets hit in the melon
then they tellin
don't go tongue lashin we pull it
niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like brad pitt in troy
be shakin like a cutty
with his last bit of boy
and i'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
yeah i'm flashy as fuck
mashin with buck
windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck
what?