niggas are either dead or in jail Let's ?pretend? For one second hustlas who had riches Stop flossin' for these fake ass bitches Puttin' all these G's turned snitches
t avoid the grave When you live by the sword, you die by the sword I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw Die on stage, rippin' down tours
about you Here's what they think about you Got damn, I'm glad ya'll set it off Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft First you was down with
puttin' down my glock The gun shots rang when I lose nigga and ooh nigga I'm ma show you not to ever play a true nigga Lay it down just to prove it
bust ur 7 up heaven up, hell down, man down, gal down and I keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down better kneel down, cause I am da god I am da
time and de gyal dem a wine True dem Rebel I and I, we bust down de sign Try frame me but nah me, nah snitch They try test me me bust my clip They got
flames, it can be arranged On your side of town, right around now What you workin' with, let me know how it's goin' down Then the phone clicked, then
Bitch your up shits creek without a paddle I'm no tattle 'cause I do not snitch I lick slits n' drop cock n' twas that spit I spit like hick's n' mix hits for flam
you a man or what? I ain't think so, cock and squeeze I'm dropping everything standing up Lay down and get laid down, 40 cal and they came down What
I down that ass, if you get out of line Old school nigga with a new piece of ine When I ucka-ucka flame When I ucka-ucka aim, I'ma clear the whole parkin
rid of the hammer And got a one way ticket down to Atlanta What makes you a rich nigga? The fact that I'm not a bitch nigga I do it solo ain't worried 'bout a snitch
town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedown Yo pete, break it down
town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown Yo Pete, break it down
So put the gat down, nah Jack, put yours on the ground first, reverse the attack In combat, we don't back down, the Chi is that town Where them girls
snitch you go to jail dats the codes of the street nigga got a gun to yo head want you to talk man? put me to sleep! before i tell war stories or snitch
nerves glocken on perv's then she kill yo momma shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q snitch killer, killin on snitches and bustin shots
I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game Cause the law can't fuck with me [Shoestring] I got the hand that rocks the cradle and makin em fatal while keepin
all the tires, all white and black With the black Twiztid embroidered on the back Guess who's back, yep, it's the tray side And we put it down for life