ain't gonna hurt Nobody to get on down It ain't gonna hurt nobody To get on down It in't gonna hurt nobody To get on down Don't stop me And I won't
need to get back on that shit (real talk) They need to try switchin they flows Cause all of our women ain't bitches and hoes And er'y rapper out got a brick
low, laugh at them then I go Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt And sometimes I had to leave a nigga's dick up in the dirt I ain't proud of
you and my gun blast quick Dog could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin' slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog,
First We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight (Hurt nobody) But it's my life or
and players into sissies So slim goodie, you don't want no drug boy He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon
say, sellin weight, is a death date But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines Cause my plot
hurt sometimes Everybody plays the game If you don't win the first time Come back and try again Rocks an' bricks can't help you You can't hide behind your wall Why don't
you and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, nigga
) And I'm a represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from) Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to) Shit I just wanna
and my gun blast quick, dog Could kill you so run, dash, get gone Wardies moving slow around this time they want brick ya'll I ain't got bricks dog, we
, on the wrong side Hollin at the hoe's, bitch you wanna ride If you ain't a dime, Gone say I'm lame I ain't hollin atcha, you ain't said a thing Mr.
Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We didn't even come to (hurt nobody)X1) X2 tonight But it's my life
And make a rap about it [Verse 3] You better watch your bitch, like you watch your mail If you ain't train that bitch then you goin' to jail Or gone be dead gone
players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant Don't get too comfortable You ain't gon be here
