Verse one

You can't even picture tho'

Examples, and shit ya wrote

I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat

Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish

It's on from storm, i'm wearin' the teflon vest

Rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and ez spots

Rock like holly mzots, one of the top notches of the block

And i hardly touch my pz knots, three point five

Thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live

I flip, tell'em shit to nix

Hang ya picture, throw'em all that

Sippin' on that, you ain't hard that

Ah, you fallin' to buildin'

I'm like where's ya heart at

I'm lack as communcations, to the nation i wanna talk

Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town

And get torn apart, times wastin'



Chorus

[singer]- it's the life that you live, when your hangin' on

Bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off

How do you do it? how do you swing it? (2x)



[fatal talkin' over chorus]

It's no way out the game

You can't see it



Verse two

The devil don't want me yet, so i pack teks

Writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep

I handle mics, like hardaway

And never get stripped, bust ya boy shit

When he ridin' on my dick

Nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes

Grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine

I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip

And use murderin' al, cuz he don't bull shit

They scared of me, so they ran and got they homies

Thinkin' the tendaroonies, fatal dog, i'll lonely

Fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love

I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me

I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe

Beatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know



Chorus (2x)



Verse three

Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board

My clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar

I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me

Frontin', and say they dumped at me

But scared to smoke a blunt, i dump on three and act quick

Have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid

When i fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block

I'll be glockin' till i drop, a deuce deuce

On my boots, wit the chocolate, on top

I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named kadafi

Nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey

Told me i'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber

Slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya

Leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas

Don't say i ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned

These streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady

If you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin'



Chorus (4.5x)




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