| what what what what what who talkin noise we makin noise 504 boy playin with them big toys look muthafuckaz its mac the one who pump slugs in your back lyrical attacka keep it ghetto like black lacqua camo'd assassin to the best (?) the epitomy of a soulja bustin like i got chips up on my shoulda hold your horses i come through like "whatchu wanna do?" murder who? i kill that whole krew with 2-2 this niggaz rookie i crush em like pink cookies dont fuck with me when i m broke pissed off aint my bitch aint even given me a nookie kinda glad P took me off the street to make duckies now i take supermodels to hotel and make whoopie pull they hair call em out they names dont you like that? then i give my lil sister a cash so she strike that niggaz like mac rock mercedes benz toe bustas and i only shop at them military stores cousin solja rag on my eyes till i die nigga what? im a tank dogg these niggaz is just mutts (arf!) my nigga jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC went in a house found a safe with bout 3 bricks thats that punk bitch Deuce-A sweating my niggaz he wont rest until my whole clicks' doin' some figgaz can we ride on my enemy's late 2nite? a young nigga with a .45 bustin on site what i might is whether (?) bleed with passions see this drug game to me is like a fatal attraction salvation from this life thats what i need see these jealouse ass niggaz wont let me breathe will i succeed in this cold world? pray for me please i dont get caught up in this rap life a dyin disease over seas is where they come from we know who sent them if them bitches six-teenth i believe i'll get them i aint fuckin with no new niggaz believe im ballin if i ever go to jail big boyz i m callin will my real niggaz ride for me? believe they will if i get killed bring me back to the ivoryville nigga they say only god can judge me my peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 prolly in the year 2 G but livin this street life i'm thuggin and ready to rumble with any nigga that is ready to tussle muthafuckaz i feel as if i'm at the edge of my life so i give it to them raw in the heat of the night i aint hard to find i m the nigga with two 9's next to the last don nigga thugged out for mine a made man the bossalinie of the scenery and be full of that greenery when u peepin me i m full of that crime family i m on grind and i can handle that i aint trappin i gotta weigh that shake ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients some ghetto dope go round tweekin and get d.i.g thats me im young nigga fuck around with me dog and y'all get done nigga (x4) |