my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by. All: [Boogy Nikke on
vibe best, there's a dance vibe best, then he can swerve. And servin' enemies, seeks on the side of the chimmeny trees, see a track to the back, strap
mention I love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, when the
, I'm willin' to betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week, he was back at it again Went to his brother on the North side Grab
straight done him, punk I got my mind all made up to go off When bitches start to threaten my life I go off Take a walk on the wild side and all the
they pulled Out the room And all my other little homies stood shocked While they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop On the other side of sorrow
on it Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it Baby, leen on it, and I can put the kill on it You gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer Puting
well as I know that you don't wanna die I give ah fuck about your crew what they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps we cock straps too And we blast on
So what it is huh? What it look like? I'm a G fool, you the bitch type You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too I'm from the Southside, we act a damn
probably died with none by the gun That's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life I slap five on the black hand side I realize the future lies among
don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playin' tricks [Incomprehensible], to really Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sunset on the other side
keep 20 in the pocket You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic But of course gotta fly the spur To the hood and roll dice on side the curb Now
alter ego Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on
goin on 285, I drink when I drive I just love when I'm high, I don't know here I'm goin, on 285, on 285, on 285 [x2] [Ludacris:] I come equipped with 2 straps on
one to side with hama (yeah) For Armageddon, I'm getting armed plus armor The comma of matter on the rise like a tip in the southside diner Your preference
by a tree and drama I advanced on a branch of respect and honor A patient of the Ill state Sittin' in trauma, never been one to side with hama For Armageddon
Call up my nigga and he bout to bring them bands I stay with (?) so I'm leanin like kick stand Got stacks on top stacks and got tax on top of tax Lil '
Get A Black Mask, Cant See Me, SouljaBoyTellEm. Im On The Beat. I'm Undefeat. Tid, Did Yo City Release, Yet, Nope, Don't Think So. Still Reppin West Side