Letras
Aye
(Aye) Yeah I promote the crime (Aye)
Yeah, them niggas run down on you, you better up your
(Ayo Chris) Fucking Glizzy (I hit some of that lean)
Yeah! (This shit crazy)
(Haahh) Better stand on ten (Haahh!)
(Yea) Haahh
Bitch, I'm really in the trenches, big extensions
Won't be witness, shit get sticky
Any nigga said "It's up", well come get wit me
Oh, I heard that you got picks
Fuck your clique, if we don't click whip out the blick
They deep as shit (Yeah! Yeah!)
But they only got one bippy (Yeah! Yeah!)
They say that we promote the crime
Reason they dying and they spinning
Ain't my fault if you'ont up your fucking Glizzy (Up your fucking Glizzy!)
Shooters creep through
Now all that gangsta shit is see through
But if I catch that boy I bet that I start letting heat loose
All the opps turned whores, they try to say that we cool
But if I catch that boy I bet that I start letting heat loose (Hah!)
I bet I boost the murder rate
First degree
It's gon' be a killing
If any of these niggas try to play with me
Give a fuck 'bout your bag
Can be up a million racks
Bet I still get on your ass like we got the same kitty (Yeah! Yeah!)
(Yeah!) Business, stand on that
Hit a face without a mask (Go get'em!)
Spin until they all pass
How it go in my city (Hahahhaahhh)
30s, 30s, 50s, 50s
100 round drums
Big ass titties
Handy's and Big Bodies
Fullies & Semis
In love with Glocks
Cuz they take switches
'Nah this shit ain't made for kids (Yeah!)
This shit made for busting heads (Boom!)
"PG-13", close your lids (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Or goin' see alot of red (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitch, I'm really in the trenches, big extensions (Yeah)
Won't be witness, shit get sticky
Any nigga said "It's up", well come get wit me