snitch, she did three I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free 'Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees But they got all day, so now it's
t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which way will it go go?
get enough And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go up And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there Up, down, up, down, up, down
The Savior lives (The Savior lives) Woah It's time to celebrate the Savior and His worth Let's shout because we know, He lives and we are served His love has set
me nine, runnin' with thugs And hustlas and murderin' 'em every time Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang Bone be me gang Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper Reapin' up that set
shotz to tha double glock, glock Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down Buckin' them coppas down
on, on, on) Nigga let's killa, killa, killa Bodies they count, me buckin' 'em down, stay down Murder me style, me put 'em in the ground now way down
repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on Feel my bombs motherfucker, undisputed round for round Putting it down
whooped out the scale and the blow There's a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor [Chorus]
not family, then you die by me 'Cause niggas will have you locked up The snitch, be a man, givin' police the run down on your plans We're never goin' down
in the club, fuck a dress code Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke OG Kush from the Westcoast Oh you down to fuck? Well shortie let's go
One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks And everybody down at the Motel
less about your pitty I?m phats bossin' ready to die come and get me Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off Grab the 9 millimeter
a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin' dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve
man) Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman I'll serve niggaz in the third person don't even
gon? stomp, we gon? march through the swamp We gon? mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors Come on Imagine it pourin?, it's rainin? down
Chorus: Kardinal we notorious ain't nobody can hang with us Rascalz, Checkmate, Kardinal and Thrust Choclair coming down with that northern touch why
