Money, power, respect For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck For that money, I'll pop whoever in the neck
I bust guns and them drugs I move it Police know what I do but they can't prove it I'll take your car, music bumpin' like what? I don't know how to drive, I'ma crash your whip up
Then jump out the car, look police on my ass I smoke too much, I can't run that fast Then I turn around and start squeezin' at the coppers They all fall back when I pull out that big chopper
Lil' homie, go ask your big brother He'll tell you I'm the truth, that's word to your mother I hate the cops and I know they hate me I gotta smoke haze so I don't shoot at police
GMG for life and my killas is with me It ain't hard to tell, I run Liberty City Every project and south block in the city They'll tell you listen to Murda, that boy gettin' busy
From Broker to Dukes, Bohan to Schottler I got niggas sayin', I already shot ya Yeah, I got my fo' fifth, yeah, I got a full clip Yeah, GMG backin' up on my bullshit
I ain't gon' shoot ya leg or shoot you in the arm I might shoot ya in the head or shoot ya baby moms I put that work in but I ain't goin' to prison I don't care 'bout that broad, anybody can get itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
