Yo, you know what I mean? Chilling within

Word up, niggers is stupid

Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops

Yo it was on last year son

Huh? Fuck them cops


Scrape them niggers

Niggers want two hundred grand over the table

Like this

That shit looks pretty


I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind

Pass the weed off man

Think they could come of, they could fuck with this Dunn

Yo G, the Mexican niggers is definitely bugging the fuck

Mike's was crystal, everything

Other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigger

Hey yo you got a light?

[Police officer:]
Excuse me can you put that out please?

Oh shit

For what? For what?


[Police officer:]
Could you please put that out?

For what? I ain't putting...

[Police officer:]
Put the shit out now!

I ain't putting shit out!

[Police officer:]
Up against the fucking wall!
Up against the fucking wall!

The fucking bitch? Get that bitch!

Slap fire out!

[Police officer:]
Oh no no no no no no no

Get your shit right

[Police offier:]
Get what?

We gonna swerve on these niggers one time that's my word

What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility

That's coming from Louis Rich

Bagging, you know what time it is, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Put them cracks down you just started slanging two months ago
What up with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go
Why you standing there Posing you like Donna Karan wear?
Nigger save that, the same shit you had it last year
You be running with them outsiders
That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders
Your mac is big, got a little grip, yo
You think that shit gonna live what he did what this nigger said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
Shut up, whole family want the science and the letter
It got back to me some niggers in Medina asking me
You know some niggers in the gold E-Class, splash to me
Yo that shit you had in Vegas
Yo, it could've got us both sprayed up, they seen the AC, know this traitor
Hair say laundry and Shorty like Karan
Her family major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a car-wash now, her little Keon doing triple life
Marry a Son who got baked, it could've been
For a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
Shit is fucked up when they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
face responsibility
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown

Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto street


Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song
When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nothing but experience placed upon track
with the true sound, not lying out the crown
When we not working we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type
That get on the mic then, throw your cliche
Half the East coast sounding just like Rae
If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
Fuck the studio, cappuccino the great
Fly cherry head niggers like planes out of state
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
If you want some then stop fronting is the issue
It's my turn, live niggers could pass
Two-faced rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published

What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up...
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
One is invulnerable, in fact
It involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing
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