Haha
Ungh! Once a-muthafuckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk
We gon show yall how we mobb
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthafuckin hills
Yall niggas better recognize, yall better fuckin recognize
Im tru to da game, Masta Pll be da name
Im in it for the money, fuck these bitches an the fame
Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways,
like gold daytons rollin up the highway
On my way to the town to take some cizash,
an if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank
An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents
Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
Its a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day
hit me on the door knob
Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin,
got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
An yall foos cant stop the real deal,
an when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo grill
Cuz No Limit in this to win this,
an got a million soldiers ready to handle business
6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!)
but well kill if we have to
Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre
Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today
cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play
Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa
Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea
More mail than the post office,
these lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee
Now stop, pause, take a look
East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut
Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up
I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get fucked up
Number one on Billboard, bitch, yall niggas still tryin to come up
Yall niggas soup, Im gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble
Yo girlfriend outta line, Ima catch her like Columbo
Tongue twistin like an Uzi, yall niggas cant do me
(Boo-yah, bad man)
Yall watch too many fuckin movies
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