We do not accept hate Love us or die [Mddl Fngz:] Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck Open
Fingaz We do not accept hate Love us or die (MDDL FNGZ) Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga aint quick Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck
make a thug Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra I know you love it when I rhyme proper Man I'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t Iraq to QB Mobb deep
they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm
some guns instead of Iceberg pants What? L O X off top, pullin' our triggers With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali niggers Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers 'Stead of young
in bed Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two way street, be large or small Livin' the life, either you die or ball It's a two way street
'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug dealer's income {"Put some money on it"} Master Jason God on the rocks with a splash of Satan
crips, yo crips even be in Iraq I know young bloods and niggas like O.G. Mack I dropped out in seventh grade and I knew I'd be straight I went O.T. and
guns? - we got guns Yo, I got straps - we got straps A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth Young
a brick So I grab anybody I can find Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest
't show But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin' Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin' Government'd never send me a dime for school So I
want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra ammo Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military Killarmy A-rabs,
) Trials and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A. (public announcement), Victory, (victory) Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory) This is a must, (this is a
them who they 'posed to be Hang them up like a poster be, play them like Monopoly Till the end of my time I be G-U-T-T-A, Mister H-Double-O-D the prodigy
em off G.P. Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C. D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C. C-74 switched 'em over to P.C. Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E. Fuck me why,
to holler is hard From start, this little nigga had a Hell of a heart His pops, bangin' that shit in his arms, broken A young mind distorted emotions
to the morgue A point scored- they could give a fuck about us They rather catch us with guns and white powder If I was old, they'd probably be a friend