bitches Cause I'm down for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I bust rounds for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I'm gone clown for my bitches Fuck them other bitches
in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my
' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't
a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends Til the law ends, flossin' Rollin' in my
your block an atrocity Break you down microscopic Only doctors see, what the topic be Drama through your armor Bustin my two through your school of piranhas My
bang ta dis We don't give a fuck if you hate and shit You bitch niggas still can't hang with dis [Hook 4x: Benzino] Blood, slugs, murder, jail
'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green UPT 13 and CMB Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga (4 minutes left) Dis bitch off
like Never disrespect a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my shit Put the flow in affect with my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my
, its goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this bitch. Dont talk shit, we'll spray ya down in the bitch (bitch) quick (quick).
I got some c-notes I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul Interlude: Puff Daddy C'mon, c
of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost Feds with toast knockin my door down Sweat poor down my body roast from the heat So I soak my sheets, wake
music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul Interlude- (Puff Daddy) C'mon, c
ass Like you were playin' with a bee hive Look behind you, what chu find, my...mind's on your murder When your murder's on my mind, all the time I uh
Macc James givin these bitch niggas a taste of Mizery Give em Mizery(ry) Bitches get with me (me) Got my nigga M-A-C (C) Gonna bring em mizery (TECH
Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get exhausted Pussy lips be drippin', like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my
Got one of my block retaliatin, till we all fall I'm out the supersport, bumpin, dumpin on all y'all [Chorus 4X] [C-Murder] Nigga, I'm ridin dirty
