Two guns up motha***ka, two guns up motha***ka
[Incomprehensible]

If P want you dead, I ain't comin' with *****s
Just a blunt and a three pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got somethin' to pour that's that old school ****
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor

I'm tryin' to bang *****s over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich so you can't get lower than styles
Kill everybody dead just so noone can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while

Biget I rock, ever since my ***** was shot and my other *****
Was shoot **** I'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My *****s hustle from first to first

Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear
Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the **** get dark

We hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a *****, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me on T gettin' sixty a shift

Holidy styles, ***** I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the ****, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt and a beat
To show *****s that I'm nice and they ain't ***kin' with me

Felony *****s cop **** heavily *****s that'd arm rob seventy *****s
You know murderin' *****s you want doe, they servin' you *****s
Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on *****s
You know whether we ride or we die we gonna get this

All I know is drugs and guns and plenty of weed
And that ***** that suck **** and *****s that bleed
And if you're rich before you go get a watch and a drop
You better hit the court house and go bail out the block

If your son ain't worth **** *****s'll smuggle your daughter
I come through in a porshe the same color as water
I got weight, what you want I can cover the order
They call me boss when I cross the border

Six shot caught her? I hear *****s say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach ***** lace your food
Scream ***k every rapper that hate that I'm rude
But that's that SP ****, you can take it or move

We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
There's only six nice rappers if you wanna be real
*****s die everyday from talkin' that dumb ****
That where they're from ****

All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
Just another dumb *****
Go to church to get the holy ghost
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost

Look at the world through a *****s eyes
Don't be a *****, you gonna live and die
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
I pray to god that we make it to heaven
But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven

You know four, five and seven, hot as ***k
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since *****s still alive they should be tellin' you somethin'
You ain't hear from holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
You know ****sucker

Felony *****s cop **** heavily *****s
That'd arm rob seventy *****s
You know murderin' *****s you want doe, they servin' you *****s
Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on *****s
You know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe

Felony *****s cop **** heavily *****s
That'd arm rob seventy *****s
You know murderin' *****s you want doe, they servin' you *****s
Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on *****s
You know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe