Oh yeah, we here That's right, man, my niggaz Light that shit up, light that shit up, oh yeah Check the bottle is packed at It's been live for the homies, that's R-A-P, you feel me What y'all niggaz know run down the line like this Before I get the watch, I get the big glock Before I step foot in the V, I get the stash box No matter the occasion I'm bringin' my heat Take my kids ascension in place, I'm bringin' my heat For show, you never know, it might pop off Better save, than sorry niggaz could never rob me Or reach they hand towards me in any type fashion Fuck what you heard a day, my shit's blastin' We here in the club, I get my contro' band in You fuckin' with us, you rather suck maaad dick Before I squeeze, I aim for ya head than Without hesitation turn your shit backwards Soon as I purchase my kicks I put the gem stars in So if they lock me up, my razor make mad hits Before I die the world gon' hear me And make me rich, my kids will be filthy Priorities: gun on, I'm ready for the day Two: tryin' to hit you before you hit me C: here a good nigga don't cross P Four: balance my hatred and love more E: tryin' to stay alive I only live once Six: never let fear control me dunn G: make the money money never made me Eight: live by Four and shit'd be straight Nigga I don't shoot cars up, or shoot doors up That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up That's child's play now I got a taste for blood I gotta see some meat hangin' for the jobs well done I need to see a nigga drop before I make my gun stop And before I start shootin' I make sure you hops Niggaz wind me up and wind me up Till I pop up on your scene like Jack-in-a-box With the two topics cuttin' at you like butter VA style nigga you meat get smothered Mobb style nigga me and my blood brothers, kill Pretty boy rappers if they song speak of us Oh you shot niggaz before, that's cool with me But you gonna need experience tunin' with P Before I came to Q.B. I was already dope Before all this rap shit I was already bomb Priorities: my gun on I'm ready for the day Two: tryin' to hit you before you hit me C: here a good nigga don't cross P Four: balance my hatred and love more E: tryin' to stay alive I only live once Six: never let fear control me dunn G: make the money money never made me Eight: live by Four and shit'd be straight "You heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet. Not yet.. well these two bulls are sittin' on a grass in old overlookin' a herd of cows And the baby bull says: hey pop lets run down and fuck one of those cows But the poppa bull says: no son, lets walk down and fuck 'em all"
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