hit My daddy was a player too, Ken Griffey shit He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha) So when I do me, I over do it In the red
is a G, he gotta be Who's the God of suckers and snitches? The economy Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro He?d want me to
She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the
been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me
if you'll be able to handle me./ Mental picture, no cameras please./ (Background voice) ca-ha-han you fee-hee-heel my ha-ha-ha-ha-heart is beatin' [Drake - Verse] uh, red
you file to your escape pods I'll distract the alien hordes And as I stare death in the face I know my sins will take me to hell. You do it for the love
chase If they catch me barehanded, I'm done Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it Copper lettin' the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught
name come alive, be told And I'm pokin' in somethin', oh damn but it ain't no joke Cut guards and red beans And for them niggaz that follow me around
slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me Yes they want to give me bloody body By pumping a couple of slugs inside me But I'll be damned we won if it
sleepin' Catch me, caught me, must have seen And they're gonna get your ass next weekend We're ready 4 war Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still
stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me
me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me [Layzie] Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherf**kers out to get me
let me make mo cheese 'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave (No) Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn 'em at a thousand degrees And Lord please let me
t fuck around You see me, you?d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What? These niggaz know they can't fuck around What? You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me
up my mom, I'm a bastard Now ask her, how does it feel to be a smasher Me plus me with a strap, that's disaster For anybody protectin' the shit that
to the ones who really know me Converse with the angels and elders that went before me And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know If there's life after death
I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red, lights and
if you bring pain I bring sorrow I warn you ain't never been down to die slowly Surely I got niggas down to die for me You owe me and I want it all and