Almighty
Jay Worthy, Harry Fraud
Ay what's happening doe
Y'all niggas ain't ready
On Philly
Yeah
Ok
Name some shit I bet I been thru it, like hell I been thru it
No my rights from wrongs, but bet a million like I'll still do it
Oh that's your bitch that I ain' knew
I bet we ran thru her
Had her on those Greyhounds taking trips, she was a trans-muller
Everyday my day off, what you say boss?
Like I'm Ferris Bueller
No mon, it's an A.P., don't mistake me for a Frank Mueller
Go stupid, something like in Oakland how they ghost Buicks
Hoes choosing, hard to leave the game when you could still whoop it
Still moving, I ain't stop since we was raised around music
Me, Ram, and Kino, now I'm cliqued up with Cee Lo
Goodie Mob, been from where I'm from, I never Hood hopped
Niggas waiting on my debut solo when that shit drop
Fuck the cops, and the opps
Let the bodies drop
Pour a half a thousand in my cup, we sippin' muddy wock
Niggas sippin' dirty mac, and doing all that pillow talk
My shit be ghetto raw, debating whos the hardest out the section at the barbershop
Im from the hardest block
I been copped up where they shootin' docs
Gang banging so real, swear to God this shit wont never stop
Almighty P, the only thing that a hoe hop
.45 in my Dickies, the deuce to the 4 line
Got off the phone with Veebo, he had to sock a nigga up
Stay out the set, I swear to God, he almost shot a nigga up
I'm so modest, that's on Bloods
Cause I can pull a nigga hoe card
My homies bangin' turf and doin' life on level 4 yard
Made the tipping point, like I don't even care about this shit
Cause Fo' ball rest in peace, got me rapping like Fo' bent
And Lil' L said I got it, gotta do it for the set
Fuck the Ism, gang banging got your bitches pussy wet
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