we let 'em live I can tell you why these soft suckas mad at me They can see I got every kind of flags with me Honor flags [Incomprehensible] flags, game flags
is the finish line Two rented referees and two checkered rags Out of the corner of my eye Comes a dark horse with black wings Headed for the finish line
crime stopper not me partner Got caught wit a brick told on ya whole click Dats that fuck shit Red rag, blue rag, black rag, yellow flag, Gang bang shit Thats my chick thats my
find me when you found me I aint been to school, grindin with my tommies full found my body, thats my bitch nigga (nigga) thats from west side bank, thats my
hsower n-ggas with flowers this rap sh-t is ours pop b-tch Uh, uptown back in it Hollygrove black menace black clothes, black tennis black semi, I've
88t, Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake, My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground, And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound,
and shower niggas with flowers This rap shit is ours Gudda, Bitch! (Lil Wayne) Uh, Uptown back in it Hollygrove Black menace Black clothes, Black tennis Black
Headin' for the east where my enemies hound me They wanna hang me for high treason and chivalry And for many other reasons Wanted dead, and a handsome reward for any motherfucker who delivers my head
pussy ass nigga livin next to the killer im the killer that moved outa the block and head back to the hood, when im movin my
a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the black
shirts I work for the county out on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
My n-ggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my
nigga word up 1017 bricksquad put ya birds up A nigga swing on gucci mane that unheard of I got my black tee on with my black gloves and when my choppa
Beast in the street there to keep like a canine, and low like the bassline Jean and Kwe' think alike like great minds The crown is on my head, what makes
around my way Around my way Around my way All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with hate Around my way Around my way Around my
nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dutch [Mddl Fngz] Yeahh, now I stand on my two feet, One playa, two heats 20 shot, hollow heads, bitch give
m jordan sweatsuit joggin', homie, guess who got 'em, In them black number sevens with the swiss cheese bottoms. The Damon Stoudemire blazer jersey is a problem. B-A-S-F flag
Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout