let nobody try to ruin my thang But of course, there were people couldn't stand where I was 'Cause although I'm a woman, I was a man where I was Through
real nigga dwells from Compton, no shit Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through niggas trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high class can't
nigga on my block can't stop And he won't stop and he don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only ones
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy Tired of y'all niggas frontin', and gettin' away But, y'all niggas ain't gone leave today I got that hot nine seven shit
I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole
called me Ice Gorilla Motherfucker, it's on and you should've known I don't give a fuck about ya from word say, "Yo" I don't give a fuck about much
, ella, ella, eh! Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick But you no one ain't trickin? if you got it You know we ain't f**king if you not thick And I
Ella, ella, ella ehhh! Bitch ain't shit but a hoe in a trick Bet you no one ain't trick if you got it You know we ain't f**king if you not thick And
Your chest plate...eradicate Get your flesh ate...easily done..Here it is... Freestyle...no need to write shit...'cause when we write shit Y'all like to bite shit
ass niggas try to steel what I got As if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spot Where we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed at That
and I, Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right. JD: First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
I guess that's why they dis like And claim my shit wouldn't twirk Tryna make them locals come above me But it didn't work I got you bitches hot (Hot
we the supergroup You couldn't handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with Shady shit
me whole And cha ching goes a robber And cha ching goes the gun And cha ching goes the bittersweet Judgmental nun Cha ching goes the gun And cha ching goes
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
overlooked us when he handed down his graces You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where