My niggaz it Coca It's crackology 101, Nigga I breed you Nigga's My son
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[1st Verse] The penalty is death And I'm inflicting the torture The best of the best couldn't mess with the boogy down Bronxster Its heavy promo catching beef wit Joe But my man don't get caught up in these streets alone Thought we heavy Chopper firerin Motherfucker's is dying Nigga's is runnin' Helicopters is flying All these suckers is lying Tell these Fedsters to see me And I was just island hopping somewhere in Tahiti I think its called Fiji or something like that Get your shit pushed Motherfucker Fucking wit crack Catch a hundred in your cap Your brain be by your waste line LV on the track Hell of a baseline Remind me of the times I was serving them baselines Only Puerto Rican in Harlem Now that's stardom Ghetto Celeb I been since I was younger Hundred mill strong Still dying of hunger Under the chinchilla Believe me this shits is rilla This piece ull leave you in pieces And make you sleep better The streets terror The weak better retreat man I keep Beretta's so heathen's can creep
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Damn, those guys are gettin doe That's why all these gansta call me Coke We get money money You got nothing from me And if you get caught Nigga don't mention Joe
[2nd Verse] I keep hearin that Crack the truth Real niggaz is scream Joe get back in the booth Yeah I do it for them niggaz that be huggin the block Them jack boys don't give a fuck Dumpin there caps These niggaz crazy Some more real They'll git you for everything Even your Paul Wall grill Yes Nigga Its survival out here These niggaz don't even respect the bible out here Its pyro's out here Cuts and King too That's the only thing the summer going bring you I seen it all, man they love it when I spit game Walk through the middle of Speed wit the big chain I got 'em sick man Look how the shit bling Piss stain Yellow pebble bezel on the wrist man You ain't Pac You ain't even a great actor Matter of fact You is a great actor I'm one O G You need to respect Especially if you don't want niggaz to see through your chest I caught his Mama at the face to face Now she laying in St. Raymond's in Section 8 Nigga Follow me now say
[Chorus]
Yeah This goes out to all the Nigga's. From Ghetto to Ghetto Jail for Jail All my niggaz playin' in the yards right now Doin' pull ups Bumpin'' this shit in your headsets I love you Nigga's
Crack Otisville you know its real Rikers All my niggaz holding in down All my street niggaz gansta Nigga's CookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
