PUMP TOO MANY TREES SO IS STAND OUT LIKE A WHITE COP IN HARLEM WITH TWO RUSTY ALMIES THAT'S WHAT I CALL THEM I'M A GIANT IN A FIELD OF MICE WE CALL
that we shot back, spit a gospel of force And burn y'll, with my philosophical thoughts we're just tryna bring the raw shit smoke a L, drink a forty on
bussin at you bitches wit da fuckin chrome Like Sylvester Stallone, I play no fuckin games 2000 Jesse James, I bust my nose wit caine A Little Falcon, a
, yeah It's gonna leave a mark I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah I'm a bullet and I'
you got red tints Hope your GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley You a punk and I'm a boss boy It's
Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a
Jesse James, Madison Indama, I love black bitches I'm a night time nigga, day riches I won't even call a wolves for you niggaz I bring gang bitches it
punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole
floor, that's where he's at Back to back, bring out the rack Squeeze them 'til they react Wield the gun; see how they run. It's a shame and it's a sin
the forty-ounce drinker I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch A talker of the berg without weed influence
[Intro] Aye yo dis be da reason why I do dis shit Stright da fuck outta Compton Reapin' that muthafuckin' N.W.A. I got a lot of love fo' Dre No Dre beats
worst place, hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a
I got em Bun I love myself because I swear their life is just not as fun Neks got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ's got my credit cards and a lot of ones
run [Tekitha] Hole... hole... oh oh ohhhh [Timbo King] We be a team, cause everybody plays a part in this Ain't no chuckin, we comin from the parks where the gun
[intro] C'mon man! Bring the money! Yeahhhhhhhh [* coins fallin' to the ground *] [verse] Put the gun in his mouth, can you actually talk now? I'ma
to draw, thinkin you're bad, Any draw on West best with a pen and a pad, Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin a ton, 10 paces and turn, just
this kid a ride And he gonna try to push up on me and shit So now I'm down here pressin charges But anyway umm i'ma be there in a minute I'ma let you
that I come wit?ll separate a rib from a stomach I?m the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I?m a Viking I need a whole village to plumage yea The