| Paroles: | Verse one
I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz
got stories to tell, I be blasin't on
these bitch niggaz
servin' well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
body
tated, hair matted, sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these
law breakin' niggaz scream, fuck the
police
we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
what the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots,
forty-fives wit nicket plates
findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait
if niggaz
is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em
all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't
wit'em
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye
now
let's get busy nigga
Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
how many niggaz,
in the house feel live tonight?
we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die
live
and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)
Verse two [Fatal]
Keep it comin',
these niggaz get done in
on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
puttin' in work,
then past it off, to my little man
like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
criminile,
genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck
yall)shit
so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit
yall spaced out
duckin' quick, the number one parolly
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel
totin'
up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop
Chorus (2x)
Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like
you
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her
burner so she
blastin' |
