[Intro]
On God
[Verse]
Yeah, that nigga fresher than a bitch, but you know he dirty
Made my lil cousin shoot his brother, 'cause he owe me thirty
'Round my way, nigga I ain't playing 'bout no fucking pape'
Walk my man down, stand over him, it ain't no mistake
Lil cuz Harlem Shaking every time he try to control the Drac'
Stupid bitch, catch attitude and won't roll her face
I was on the grind with them slabs like a roller blade
A hunned round drum out the Drac', it'll blow for days
Broke a slab down, I got her drooling, look at aunty face
They could drop me from the label now, on God, I'd be straight
Krrrr on a bshhh , pussy boy, this not no .38
All we know is sliding, up the violence and the murder rate
I ain't got no job bitch, that's why I got the Tommy wit' me
Dirty ass braids, shooting the Drac', look like Quanny wit' me
I just popped two 30's, bitch it's a zombie in me
Fuck the bell, I'll go on the run, put a bounty on me
Nigga run off with a slab, I turn to a bounty hunter
They go for twenty, hmm, I charge 'em thirty 'cause I rounded on 'em
On Key Way, these niggas weird like D Wade
Bust the slab, split it three ways
Remember calling on three ways
Had Amiris on for three days
Cartie's on, I don't wanna see them niggas
[?] beat a nigga with a bat, he Beanie Sigel with it
I walk a nigga down with this Drac', I got the reaper with me
I put a fucking slug in yo' face, don't go to tweaking with me
These niggas only gangster in the stu', that's just some shit they rap
I'll put your brother in a suit, you won't get him back
[Outro]
On God
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