Its black c comin thru with the gat blastin Im loced out behind the mask Watchin the jacked cashier Im greedy Im takin it from the needy Like a genie Im disappearin in the cut So he cant see me My beenie is pulled so low He cant identify me I got 18 reasons incase he wanna try me I keeps my glock cocked I got to keep up my props It dont stop And if the table turns then i might get flopped Then once again its up and down just like a basketball Cause at the end of the soda just might add more I wanna be a soldier on the block But im hot I gots to get the feta before i gets popped I gots this cuban on the phone Who wants to sell ya about 2 or 3 keys Cause i told him i be buying deep But oh shit What if he pulls a lick A trick I gots to grab my shit before i split Now im ready Im ready to get the goods and go get him Insteady hold the fuckin trigga in case he ready And if he I told him im gonna be bustin out the chevy Insteady come through bustin like teddy Cause all i wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom And a boom boom Watchin niggas meet their fuckin doom And ill be outty like that Another day Im rollin them up on the jack
Chorous Its been a longtime since i used my nine But you got yours cause i got mine I think its bout time for a jack Cause its the mister c nigga And the nigga nigga black x2
Aw shit They done open the door and let me in for 93 Now i gotta come crazy Cause im hazy From all the dank that i be smokin I guess endo was a dick Cause it always got hoes chokin Not tlc but my hats to the back Carwright coat with my rbl patch And um We still doin this shit Niggers played out bammer weed And thought that was all it So we dug in a hamper for some funk And got some dead body funk Now thats some funk for the fuckin trunk And mother fuck all the static I gotta be like a car Break niggas off automatic Cause niggas tend to be a hassle Purpin like they got juice But aint got no snapple So asshole Heres a big dick for ya Quit fakin little booger Fore i pick on ya And for niggas jackin niggas like some bitches Mr c is jackin niggas leavin jackin niggas without they fuckin riches and um if you run I murk you from the back Have you seein cs not gs And then black Try not to get stuck Im not a reebok employee But boy i got plenty pumps And i wont be sendin chills through your spine Just hollow point chips from my mother fuckin nine
Chorous
I plottin on this nigga i been watchin every fuckin day Binoculars on the coner watchin every fuckin move he makes Now how should i come at him With a jack or a kidnap Or run up in his house with my mac And had him mouse trapped Ill hit his ass tonight I know hell have his shipment This nigger coppin 10 cakes He gonna have a shit fit Im lookin at my watch Its 830 on the dot Here he comes now Stunin in the 50 drop We stalked his shit And parked it in the cut so he cant see me Im puttin daviss on and black ski gloves and beenie We jumped out the 50 Scattered duffelbags and breifcase I walked to the front door and opened up the main gate I creeped behind his back He cant believe a loaded mac i just want the stack He bout to get his mask cracked I stepped up to his house Is anybody in here I dint hear a damn thing I tied him to a fuckin chair Then reached for the duffelbag and saw that it was ten cakes Now i grabbed the loot it was stashed inside the breifcase A nine millimil a mac and 50 gs And now i hesitated with the mac and the safe keys So now im on the roll i hit the safe for a million An og baller like this i gots to kill him Thinkin i should burn this little spot to a prison A menace to society leavin no evidence
Chorous
Some niggas is cranked out danked out others might be dranked out But fuckin with me thou you gotta get banked out Always throwin up peace but you like me in the least So let the bullshit cease Or when i jack with my backpack look for the fat gat cause i might pull your fuckin cap back But oh no we dont want that Cause the pos already tryin to catch a nigga with a sack a crack So then i take em to the vilian on the under Tapein it up to your chest then i talk with no blunders Cause then ill be sent back Probably play with 25 to live with no mother fuckin slack Somewhere on the chill Hoping i dont get stuck with a piece of steel But i gotta go out like a soldier And keep treatin niggas like fences im gettin over Like rover So bow wow yip e yay He aint a dike but i got one from the frisco bay Keep on jackin or you know it dont stop I got the hardware on the h and r block Cause comin up to me is real Ill either jack mother goose or jack for that bitch named jill Its like real i let my fingers do the readin Robbing niggas blind and poppin em with my nina
ChorousTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
