Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die For them you know, guys that I fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want
hate She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said "Because of you I ain't hurtin' but then my, within my heart 'Cause no, I'm not right
the morning you take to the head I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the Feds
call u bitch You wonda why they call u bitch You wonda why they call u bitch You wonda why they call u bitch You wonda why they call u bitch You wonda
So you suck my jewels Clutch my ooze Anything I touch I bruise Puff THINK YOU DONT KNOW IT Nigga fuck your rules (That's right) Goodfellas.. you know
my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws Same niggas I took care of and got money wit' Was on some funny shit, if I was different I'd snitch What would you do if
, I could see your kin Crouched up over in a humble position Praying hard oh my God if He only would listen Somos poco pero locos my trienta ocho a leave you
is what I ask ya? But like yo-yo, you don't hear me though You wear a rag around your head and you call yourself A 'Gangsta bitch' now that you saw Apache's video I saw you wilding, acting like a fool I peeped you
were you able to gather for us On your recent voyage to the Dirtball? This is professor Data My transmission signal is weak and my communication is
in the Mother fucker You want my couch You mother fucker I need your muther fuckin brain You can't have my couch What da the fuck you thinking Now come here you
But thinkin about that I feel I'd rather kill you Cause I got you in my car You ain't goin no were bitch your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I
that they stop blocking me If I had a day job niggers probably stayed back in me See I hate rules, if you said I obey, you ain't ever know Trey You ain
my blood) Cash and crowns (I'm everything you think you know) I am everything you ever were afraid of (a nightmare, there we go right there) I am everything you ever were
rich bitch please face it Legit ballin' gave me this and you can't take me 'Cause you can't make it in this game you gotta hate it Niggas kill me with
Bezzle Thats Why You Niggas Couldnt Get On My Level And Never Could All Black Phantom Directing In Thru The Hood Black Butter Soft My Dash Is Black Too My Driver's Black Too My
my high breakin rules you got ya P's mixed up you ain't no pimp you's a forty I spit for major mix while you make tapes for ya homie and then you work
Fishizzle my nizzle got these fuckin brizzles all up in my mizzle like a fuckin grizzle Get off my grizzle girl You got all these fuckin hoes all up in my
, [unverified] You're dead, I'm too swift Lit your block up like Christmas trees, you offendin' me You were no kin to me, you my enemy As a matter of fact, you