Chorus repeats through the rest of the song. When I got cha, ok nine fourths(?) Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth. Who's the quickest killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla. Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind Can be controled, nigga. Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter. And now I'm sittin, Holdin in anger because my parents missin. Never drop my guard Been on the squad Since ways back. But fuck that, You got whats mines and I want that.
What happend then, no one would tell me since I was 3. Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back. I'm reminissin and catchin flashbacks when niggas Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay. Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok. ? As for men ? We bucks em down on the way to the ground. I be the nigga pullin the trigga andĭumpin the hollow points in your brain. No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane. Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12. Y'all don't want no fun Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of ? Chorus repeats 2X I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale. Y'all real OG's(original gangsta) droppin game to the youngsters. Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place. To rob and smoke and ally my foes in the worst place. My eyes only see these That's why I'm definately bugged out. Considered a BG(baby gangsta) but I'm offering This game something deeper. But I figured to play the war, To watch all these playa hatin niggas position, For I could see em all. But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first,įacin termination in the worst. But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit. Repeat chorus 2X I must stay thuggin and shit. These streets got me cravin for a zine(magazine clip, limosine,?) We thug niggas and we came in packs.Įvery one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac(Cognac) In the back, my AR 15. Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers. A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees. Who would figure that all I need was a Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas. This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker. Now can your mind picture A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor.
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