Letras
JUDITH! You Alone, you have 40 On people on this planet
Children, grandchildren, great-grand, We THANKFUL For u Oh, Lord!
We THANKFUL For Each And Every One
That's Here Today
The Ones Near And The Ones Uh FAR
Niggas can't fit the shoes that I stepped in (yeah)
Dawgs fly like the Jetsons, get some reps in
Tussle up, fuckin' with me? You gotta muscle up
Like to bundle up, big 45 gon' jinx your luck
Paid in full, walk around the city like I'm Money Mitch (yeah)
Stitch face? Think it's a game? Then it's over, Dawg
Give 'em pain, feelin' like Bane, find me a Rover (whoo)
Top chauffeur, weed lit but the pot closer (ah)
Bad bitches get my name tatted, I don't claim that
Bitches fuck with this old head, who get flamed at (yeah)
STP, we catch bodies, but we don't claim that (yeah)
Word to big, only the Feds I fear
Niggas be itch snitch when the Feds get near (uh-huh)
Niggas ain't loyal, they love talkin' in fears
Respect the rank, ain't gettin' sunned over here, Dawg (uh-huh)
My niggas shoot niggas, y'all stay shootin' at air, Dawg
Dice games crackin' niggas' heads
We call they chick next (what up?)
I'm jackin' Top Yalla, so she switched sets (uh-huh)
Shit wet, came from Harlem like she dips set (okay)
Niggas salty 'cause they bitch next (yeah)
Niggas talk spice, get chin checked, we bend threats
Ion want your bitch, fucked that bitch
Then I been left (yeah)
Pulled up on Ocean Ave with some nigga BM
Niggas talking on a low, of course she gave it to him (oh, boy)
Niggas mad fake, ain't no love with a handshake
Look him eye to eye, lied to that man on his damn face
(I don't fuck nigga)
He a cornball, walked up on me, had to nine tuck
Mom still live in the hood, can't let this nine bust
MTA truancy, coming nigga it's times up
Ay, Top Yalla nigga, NO