right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don?t get flat on your walls An get snatched
this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill
and that nigga Pill In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
the problems, we back It's time to take over the game, it's nothing I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find
, sleeping, my knife in the bed Got a n-gga on point like there'sa price on my head I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back In the cell, raising
jus trynna warner brother still getting cheescake on these dummies deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and
here, let all The brothers and sister know Nah, nah, let me continue I'm a be like D-Rock and see what's next on the menu Mic-checka, the rim and rhyme
ain't never stoppin, nigga we da best I'm a get it for life So much money I'm sittin on mill's My mansion, bottom of the Poo set scrills 200 over on
The flow now they holla 'He a beast' From the city where there's Killas and dealas And street beef, and them crackas on the corner Every avenue and place and
on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and trip he'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip ?? with a chrome thing on
So all you muthafuckas wanna know where I stand? Nigga I stand right next to my 'causezin E Mill nigga, you know what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Blocc
peel off and I take off Give me no space whatever I want I takes, whatever I need I bleed and see Bitch nigga don't breathe on the weed I'm fucking
'm thinkin' more like "ming I got four nephews, and they all right in They all young and wild, plus they all like things And I'm havin' a child, which
grip, If you ain't got no strap, then you just got that ass whipped, And it was cool with the mac and the calliope, They came together and controlled
kilo's and your hoes, And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos, Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit, That's
and the girls wit' me They got the same thang on Pimp, pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on 'Coz my uncles about to get their sang on And all round
day, Compton all day G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh) Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches If it's on, it's on