Текст песни
Give me a direction
Give him a motivation
Oh, here it go
Ayo, it's ill when I'm heated how my heart stay cold
Ride around and make the gats around the map explode
Now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul
First time I shot a gun, dude, I was twelve years old
But since then, I never put it down, my friend
She go to war when I tell her fuck a who, why, when
To the end, indeed it's good to have and not need
Even better when you can shoot back and not bleed
Take heed, poppin' like an L full of seed
My team is gettin' bigger, got more mouths to feed
Shorty, let me tell you 'bout my only vice
It got to do with lots of money and it ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
Ayo, you believe in God? You do? Tell him to save you
'Cause me and these niggas here, we ain't tryin' to pay you
Regardless of the fact that it's close to home
I gotta finish your life so I can start my own
Believe in God? You do? Tell him to save you
'Cause me and these niggas here, we ain't tryin' to pay you
Regardless of the fact that it's close to home
I gotta finish your life so I can start my own
Ayo, my audios guaranteed to lift up both hands
It was that time again, so we gathered up forty men
Forty ounces, trees burnin', heads bouncin'
Dollars is the mission, sittin' in the yoga position
Isolate my mind from your bitchin', pulp fiction
Lose you in the mix and let's get this poppin'
Lock down the top ten, knock these pretty boy cats
On they ass each time we drop, kid
Yeah, you know how we comin'
Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin'
And when my song goes off, you'll still be hummin'
Noddin' your head or singin' my chorus
The after midnight theme, four in the mornin' blunt fiend
Peelin' Dutches, fillin' 'em like taco shells
Grillin' judges, thrillin' Jake with half a cake in my coat
Pointin' gats like remotes at cats for they federal notes
Tossin' bodies off boats