I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt so
I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top rohan/ Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/ So
think they got em and anybody whos lost anything you are just as much as a life behind 1 As a child you see the world as being a Playground going round
of 'em with a hit but some are missing of a jerk to the kick 'Cause I be working my bitch Trying to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static
coulda got your ass when you was a portion Mom wanted abortion Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done? When I didn't have a penny and I
Dipper, swig liquor, big liver Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig nigga Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga He Elton Brand in a
, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun I can't believe
of view Andre's such a sycophant Who always leaves the truth behind Always stands on the outside No matter how hard she tries It's been a while, the
' in the cut Is this a jack or a kidnap? Since I'm never ever slippin', I'm fully strapped I grab my gat out the glove Do these fools got a problem with
the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin' is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a
a reason to doubt. And there was never a time I didn't look out. There's not a situation that we can't get through. There's never been a night I didn
food time in Oz Motherfucker, I kidnap all your kids Before I had a record deal, what you thought I did? Last job I had I was punchin' a clock Last nigga
in mine We move step by step within, without so much as a sound, death's dark design in time A slice to the left, then cut back to the right, movements
Limos While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow Where women in the middle in a seminal funereal Shed a tear 'cause he lost his son the same way a
All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep See the Benz like damn, what model is that Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage Niggas clockin my style
like it was just yesterday Matter of fact it was yesterday Welcome to the ghetto this close to a hearse At a funeral the first time I went in a church
x) [Verse 1] You jackin me you go the wrong season You got your piece I got my piece And all I need now is a reason for me to start squeasin' Matter