you with the heat is that what you really want? [Spliff Star] Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it All that murder talk, gun talk, you
, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I be
my grandfathers The rest of this verses authors, you looking down upon us And I'll see y'all, when my spirit levitates Cause whom virtue has united, death
, Homie I Aint Stoppin Drippin Wet With Sweat Man Its On And Popping All My Champagne Campaign, Bottle After Bottle Its On And We Gon' Sip Til Every
ride Down to the Y we havin a party inside I dedicated this to all you insects Who deep on buggin me Pushing my panic button, needin trauma Unit
to all my (spoiled) real peoples "In Trouble" Graduated, on the real, from the School of Hard Knocks One thug to the last slug "In Trouble" To all my
Westside Nigga) All my plus three thugs on the way to the club And when I come you got love for me Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar) You know we'
We hit you with the heat is that what you really want? [spliff star] Y’all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it doubt it All that murder talk, gun