I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
Mother**** the education and drug rebilitation
I'm smokin on that **** and the green is gettin tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th,
I bust open my mommas cock
***** hole addicted to drinking, now
I'm addicted to crack rock
So mother**** you bi*ches and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy
Peruvians
Knockin at my ****in door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane,
I smell cops
A honkey on the block, drop to my knee,
I took a shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed,
I took off his face for that
That **** that he tried to pull
You know he couldn't get away with this
bi*ch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
**** being indicted, don't you try it that's the ****in story
Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a ****ing tech
Rat tat to the tat tat,
I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
This is a letter from
Shoestring to the
Backstabbers gone, so
I guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, mother**** their dreams
Is what you said, so mother****ing bi*ch ass fed
I want you dead,
I'm going to pump your ass full of lead
Let's make a deal, this **** is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bi*ch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green **** being indited
Mother**** the
, bi*ches
I'm prepared to die up on my tip, cause
I won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, **** the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of *******, is that all y'all can come with dude
bi*ches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bi*ch you got smoke rocks
So that mean her word ain't ****
If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause
I ain't fake
Since my click don't snitch
When I get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
bi*ch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
bi*ch we ain't no kin, **** that smilin
I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food
bi*ch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bi*ch a straight up
G Never been a busta, always been a hustla
Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
So we could deal this dime out where
I stay Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way
I know Fiends around the block, soon as
I open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more,
I'm droppin weight on that digital scale
More popular than
Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Mother****in bi*ch,
I want a key, give me that uncut raw
**** up in your jar, the best ******* these crackheads ever saw
Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
She plots, since
I wouldn't give her no rock
She sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so
I can fight it
Free again to sell ****, bi*ch **** being indited
编辑于2024/01/20更新