'netha dela it turn me ta killer Say it's a shame 'cause Wayne an untamed guerrilla Ya got the dope and ya-ya you drop it like it burn I get that rope
burnin beamers at the cops Geezy been through it, if I said I done it you gon believe I did do it Everyday hood shit I lived through it I don't throw
InI's soul. SO just... Pass me the fire babylon burn down We gon burn the wickedness with more heat.(Pass me the flame) Pass me the fire, pass me the
the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two G's But that's that last year purse like it's still too cheap Ooh you
know y'all hope I retire But all y'all gettin' is open fire Ga ga, spray down, stay down, lay down Y'all niggas said we was commercial, what y'all gon
sip Moscato And you 'gon lose dem pants Then I'ma throw this money While you do it with no hands Girl drop it to the flo' I love the way yo booty go All
on It?s just they way of making a mini porn I watch my haters get sick If it?s that hard living in my shadow Get off my silhouette?s d-ck Tailor made
all of my belongings and just troop it You know it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid Then it's justified, rational nullified He's been shot 8 times
go get ya money learn how to stretch out an elbow ya ABC's ya oz'z qp's LB's all the X's and E's ya see if you get a A+ then you get a free birdy This
Hatian niggaz bombin' weed Gats mo-mo, techs gon' blow, all in these streets Shots with a four pound, AK when it go 'round Don't play when it go 'round
X) Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North
di world And start make it hard for both di boys and di girls Dem steal all di Africans diamonds and pearls And start bank it up inna federal reserves
it ain't gon' jam I threw it off a bridge And if it hurts your ears And you're tired, of what you hear Homie have no fear, the Messiah's here We gon
Then we rolled to the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two Gs But that's that last year purse like it's still
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up We know y'all sittin' on 20's We know y'all reppin' your hood But how many y'all kill Bounce that ass,
ceiling The wall too, got friends that's all true, I call Cru Tryin' to fall too, I got tall brew, it's all you Or like I be, let's shoot up to the club
like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight It's gon