' an examp for my other workers and cut off each hand You greedy mothafuckas, I'll see you in Hell Jealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin' to tell Somebody call the cops
And I ain't stoppin' till them motherfuckin' cops come and get me I survived my community Took my opportunity To get money and y'all mad 'cause I'm doing me
is wrong here? Should'a kept ya focus know this shit is called ya mail mammy 'cause mail holds together your whole family Understand me? Manny
down the situation, when, the end of our frustration, so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock, the cops is waitin to umm,
brain Watch the wood grain, don't want no cum stain Bitch, you listening tryna' turn me down Slut I'm talking to you, turn me back up Are you insane tryna talk over me
brain Watch the wood grain, dont want no cum stain Bitch you listening tryna turn me down Slut m talking to you, turn me back up Are you insane tryna talk over me
they play tuffy Last time them niggaz rushed me, I ain't bust but now I'm touched Trust me, ain't nothing jumpin' but these buck shots Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin' corrupt cops
in the morning and I gotta be someplace I don't remember where Friends try to make me stay or call me a cab home I grab my keys and a beer The cops
huntin season when you shot remember everything happens for a reason and you never hit it right thats why i'm snatchin your girl she calls me mr. drummin
the Shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
feel like, not to be able to call the shots Have a pen but no time to connect, all the dots Therefore I do what I can do and then get down on my knees
how to solve'm Drivin down Harlem, the Aston a problem No tint fishball it ain't hard to spot him Think we got a problem, weed got too much Only thing damn I'm down
fun through a pack of your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cognac so relax dude Know I'm with these cracks dude Yo, one, two Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith with fifth shots Lick shots
then take ya cellular Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya This is just weed money, the more, the merrier [Chorus: singer] They call me the Superman lover Said, they call me
your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude Know I'm with these cracks dude [ODB] Yo, 1, 2...Dirt McGirt! Solid tone smith with 5th shots, lick shots
that came from the streets Havoc on the block, shots from the ratchet, sizzle pop Slugs spinning outta control, body's drop You know the saying in the hood, fuck the cops
recipe Until the cops arrested me My destiny is to leave a legacy, I don't have much But if the Lord credit me, you'd see the best of me I found a new