Letras
Get the fuck up out the spot, nigga
Burn that nigga feet up, man
This nigga in here, man
Fuck this nigga doin', B?
Fat kid get washed off by fiends, you wild ass
Get this motherfuckin' giraffe-ass nigga outta here, man
Sheepskin socks ass nigga right here, B
What the hell is goin' on, man?
Light that nigga feet up, son, c'mon man
Aye-yo, aye-yo, I done blacked out
No man is safe, your crew is cornered
Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous
Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell 'em roll out the plastic
I'm about to catch a body on this
No threat, hazard, I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya, that's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pimp's scroll
Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit'em
That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit, chillin'
Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs
Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine
When the spike hit em' they flatline, period
One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious
Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit
This what it comes to, wildin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And your weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave you through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wildin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And your weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave you through when it's time for that warfare
I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law, break, beat cases, don't cop pleas
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find its leash
I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit
No kind of background, claim killer, then who did you shoot?
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, 'til we blast on Satan
Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny
I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
You in the hood talkin' 'bout you wanna war with me?
I get your projects shot down while your landlord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment
This what it comes to, wildin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got your vest on
And your weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave you through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wildin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got your vest on
And your weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave you through when it's time for that warfare