thought niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail FED C.O.'s givin me head in my cell makin my bid go easy recieve mail back
on his hard drive Three o'clock in the morning we be online Others send friend requests but they get denied He type I miss you I type back to let him
me everything I ever had And I ain't neva been scared, that's been my very last 'Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back Last 2 o 10 bricks, shit
is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back
No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8?s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I?m
as me creep and me crawlin' off On the mission to back in the days When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs And wanted to get paid, runnin' to my side, Lil
it's wicked it was written I'll be Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em They came back and moved and like I'm ready for war
it's wicked it was written I'll be runnin' while turnin' around And blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck 'em Them fools come back like I'm ready for war,
get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper Time after time, everywhere I look Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else But a lil
snorin' like fuck, sleep in fear Cock my nine and I'm out the window Drunk as fuck and high off that indo Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G. And I really don't
to bang, bang Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back It's
city ta? city, my niggas is gritty and o boy, Reppin that bone thug, mo? thug, thug line, Hit em with one rhyme, they be like, o boy, o boy, Now most
[ 2low ] You can call me t double o to the l-o-double - yo I'm 2low, that funky little niggaroe Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing
these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin' rollers Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
one stunna ma show a lil' somthin' Ay, ay roll a lil' somethin' Mmm, blow a lil' somethin' I got them thangs for a lil' nothin' If you got a lil' money
bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way I be true O.G., you can quote what
gon' change me, how? What you thought would happen When they chained me to Fame and Styles You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is L M O O X P