They let the money make them nervous, what?s the purpose? A motherfucker sittin' on fat He came up in the hood but he can?t come back Fuck that, I remain
tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dope
bitches is low budget Straight traitor's, so fuck you and the glass that you puff on Don't smile in my face, when you see me get the fuck on Dope fiend
It don't matter how slimy the pussy hole gone get If a nigga talks to these bitches these hoes gone snitch (SHiiit) I used to fuck this bitch Had a husband with dope
All dis money homie must be a d-boy buyin by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy Fuck em by the 3's talkin bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the
, the city of broke down dreams With things aint always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers, Pin handlers Hustlers and doped
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pan handlers hustlers and doped
[fatal - talking] O.n.s. in this mother fucker We got the plague in this mother fucker The pentagon in this mother fucker [verse 1 - fatal] Around these
the bitch. Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show Niggas all
the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get me some cash and Keep the Hip Hop Police
in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get some cash Keep the Hip-Hop Police
ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get me some cash Keep the hip hop police
hell [chorus:] Cities Fuck ?em Narcotics Fuck em Feds Fuck em D.As Fuck em We don?t need you bitches on our street Say wit me Fuck the police, fuck the police
that ima (shine) I hit the club and (shine) I fuckin throw it (shine) a?? 2x Verse. Well my nigga what the fuck you thought no what the fuck you think
And hella pound almost everyday Real playas run the game that they play That's why I'm doin' it the playa way I say, dope rhyme's, potent and real Showin
work off the hit 'cause we don't fuck with the foes They be sellin' them soft we had enough of them sold And we work off the hit 'cause we don't fuck
gunna give y'all some of my fuckin pain [Hook - 2X] Why you fuckin wit me? Stop fuckin wit me! Don't be fuckin wit me! Stop fuckin wit me! [Interlude