up some endow Putos rollin' through my barrio, I broke their window Shank their fuckin tires now they can't leave And now it's about time for three sold
muthafuckin' point The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus points Listen to the sound of revenge, it's my
ain't sayin' a motherfuckin' thang But my niggaz, I got my niggaz in the motherfuckin' he-ouse And they gon' tell you what's really goin' on Got my motherfuckin
a 9 I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die One-time trigger happy, no nigga love 187 Time, time to
blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self, we dont even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
(Brotha Lynch Hung) roll me a motherfucking joint check my gat nigga get my point 'cause I jack roll on foos like vice and my nine milla meter ain't nathan
cry I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too I killed my posse and my
y'all Go inside, extort them all, from short to tall you oughta ball And where the ballas live and all my friends all to win This the second time
, my enemies fearing attack They move with silence, when nigga bring the violence Do they know, me and my soldiers tighter than glue We pass bitches and weed, my
'll be back, geah You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger Nigga then you smoke my ass with the Fuckin blood runnin down my back I pull the
I stash by my fuckin dick Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin Bout my homies who died from the park From casual to short Line up the homie as a teardrop falls No time
start to speak my mind I question the place of the ride and what time "speak your mind one more time, you're through" They found a bullet that I stashed in my
don't do no good Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull the trigger Too many muthafuckin loc'ed ass
... Its Westcoast real talk say 'Bring it back! They fucked a nigger one time in a Cadillac a cobel of switches, real rap and the hood rat's Ya motherfucking trigger
when I bust this You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty Better be breakin' like trigga when I pull my trigga Nigga how'd you figure? You better
're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You're all wet The nigga with the big fat trigger You
my niggas no matter the mission Just point a finger at the picture and I'm a get em this issue Father forgive me for my sins, but these are my rhymes
down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas
