his body stuffed in a vent Fucked nigga died wack You want to live another day? Don't turn back Now if I die no my niggas don't look up Hit you hot
don't give me the run-around I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it, girl There ain't nothin' to think about
position Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path I don't know nobody fuckin' wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis
P) Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path (SL) I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but
strength don't slang a gang fucking banga And in our head shot rearranging ya frame I'm like ugh ugh ugh, beat this nigga down Security can't get us off ya ass now We don't
tell 'em how it was They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992 I keep goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who If I knew who? What? When? Where
don't hear me Little lady, you got me just Screwed up off of your melody Little lady, c'mon and don't Chop me up, please don't make a fool of me Little
she liked it from da back, in the back from Toronsy Paul said she wants to blow with bad bitch week We cut off her I don't wanna hit the jump Grab my
the two nine, Paul with the forty Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah Killa from Three 6, K-Roc, don't play Don't play with me baby We makin' moves in
sac don't be at the funeral throwing up None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck Sincerly yours lord infamous scarecrow [la chat] Don't
don't know me You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand? Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper understand? Shit, I don't make no
blood I started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs We 'bout it muthafuckas representin' them killas T R U tattoed on my back 'cuz I make moves wit thug niggas You don't
, what the deal? Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin' Lincoln With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't
the deal? Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't
don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more .I'll kill you You don't wanna play around You don't
don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around...with me No more.....I'll kill you You don't wanna play around You
