Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these
Sorry punk pussy no good hatin'
My nigga you done pushed the wrong button
I ain't never ran this hot
Now you the number one nigga
I wanna whip the piss out
And this not a threat bet that
I ain't gonna let that shit slide
Gotta get that bitch right
Want him dead by midnight
I followed him from the crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out
I got ready to pull the mack out
Sandwiched him by the theater of 610
Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now what his dick's in
Shit I seen a slab get stripped
The discs seats and sound gone
And candy paint burnt to a crisp
These niggas gettin' hated on
For the '84's that they skatin' on
Jackers in the dark alley waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack
Pistol to his back took 4 ounces of crack
And a fat dozier sack
That's why I pack my nigga
That's why I pray cuz where I stay
I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit every way
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day
The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my space
'Bout to pop this mothefucker cuz he standin' in my place
He sellin' on my block
Jackin' from my boys
They comin' on our side
Goin' down and talkin' noise
Now I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they blades
Gettin' em for they Chevy 'burban
They jumpin' out of hoo doos
Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of candy blues
Talkin' bout give it up smooth
Baby boy it's some hatin' goin' on in P
Man all these motherfuckin' niggas out here man Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these Sorry punk pussy no good hatin' My nigga you done pushed the wrong button I ain't never ran this hot Now you the number one nigga I wanna whip the piss out And this not a threat bet that I ain't gonna let that shit slide Gotta get that bitch right Want him dead by midnight I followed him from the crib to the crack spot I watched him go in and come back out I got ready to pull the mack out Sandwiched him by the theater of 610 Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now what his dick's in Shit I seen a slab get stripped The discs seats and sound gone And candy paint burnt to a crisp These niggas gettin' hated on For the '84's that they skatin' on Jackers in the dark alley waited on The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack Pistol to his back took 4 ounces of crack And a fat dozier sack That's why I pack my nigga That's why I pray cuz where I stay I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day Motherfuckers wanna start shit every way That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my space 'Bout to pop this mothefucker cuz he standin' in my place He sellin' on my block Jackin' from my boys They comin' on our side Goin' down and talkin' noise Now I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they blades Gettin' em for they Chevy 'burban They jumpin' out of hoo doos Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of candy blues Talkin' bout give it up smooth Baby boy it's some hatin' goin' on in P Explain Request ×
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