'cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirtĭon't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?īig up, big up, it's a stick up, stick upĪnd I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccupĭon't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping Have his mother singing "It's so hard."īecause the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die With the same clip and the same four-five I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?) The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back No need for that, just grab the fucking gat Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tightĪnd I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my cribĪ one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
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