husband You would think these niggas would know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no, you fucking wasn't You're such a fucking
shag This bitch is flippin - Shut the fuck up and fill the bag All of a sudden - BOOM, shots from the back room It was a set up, dude yellin "Gettin' fed up!" Yo we bust out the back
' (Now see) Buckin' them bodies with shots And a come on, a come on, a come on Everybody get up, get down Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang
back me gun Hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin' Ladies and babies scream onto the floor Shut up and listen, it's a jack move, fools Give me the
when them buckshot blow The bone in me never no ho, So no creepin' up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped
they lead around the corner Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth So much shit on
the wallet and the keys for me I ain't persuade that easily but if you spend the cheese for me Nigga we can fuck free frequently You study me but another me
Back reunited with my fam, still we are the greatest Broke up then we woke up Spoke up, niggas got it together and made up Now we got 'em jumpin' back
in trouble Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Now tell me how
this bitch Ring the alarm, better be gone when we mob up in here So you really get with the Thugs so shut the fuck up and back up off me And I don't
down Come on, now let me take you back to The Land You know where the heart of it all In 1993 when we was up out the scene The fellas with hell of a
) Will they prostitute me? Will they prosecute me? Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry Local niggas, got me fucked up
make me go in my trench. Nigga, ya got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now you gotta get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with
make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for the count And the first nigga step up, get shut down You shouldna been takin' my fuckin
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
-a-lot You'll die, can't fuck with us So when you say it, you'll a lie You'll try and get shut down From texas all the way back to chi Ain't no success
respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me