with B.G. Knocc Out drop these bullets in a grill for tha skill. Motha Fuckaz with double, meat is when it's on. My fox cause to this, is a rock gets
the niggas on the streets It'll be no peace till the top dog eat Tryna' stop my meal you can catch this steel 6 feet deep is where you be layin' Worms and maggots is
' this mash Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep Fuckin' with Lay is
'm here the Killas and Thieves, Pimps, Pussies is on the prawl, If the find you out of your Element, they will pick you out of the crowd, Thing to do is
we can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherfuckin' fifth Is you wit me Llocc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston
, exchanging fuck faces You must be used to all the finer thangs Infatuated by what money brangs It seems to me you hoes will never change So all that's left is
Takin' penitentiary chance to get paid Children gettin' suspended for totin' switch blades Others brutally murdered before the 6th grade 6 million ways
crack over the drum roll You know, wherever I go the gun go We on the grind all the time Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine
You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus] We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine
how we do All year round, this is how it goes down Now check it out I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it? My tongue is tired from lickin
Intro: Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3) And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'
all of em mine, four brauds with me, and all of em dimes Six chains on me, and all of em shines I got my bread right, feels like im 6'9 Aint just hot
Man you call me a bottle with your lil jerk lines Then you say you brought it up but the jerk is mine You squeezin I'm squeezin but yo style is wack
a bottle with your lil jerk lines Then you say you brought it up but the jerk is mine You squeezin I'm squeezin but yo shit is wack Why you comin to the
ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me? Thank god he ain't fuckin wit that red line cuz i'll merk any nigga that disrespect mine
3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time Get low, get low, get low, get low To the window, to the wall To the sweat drop down
Sierra Leone Taken more shots than Karl Malone Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them? Who gonna mine