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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,231
Peak in subgenre #643
Author
Curt
Rights
fuck off...
Uploaded
March 17, 2004
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
heard the beat...loved it...ripped it
Lyrics
I'm too big with this...ubiquitous...
J_TheWombKilla...no goons iller...
smooth as KY jelly...ya bitch knocked up...
but it aint my belly...
is you is...or is you aint my baby...nope...
hear something ringing...well it aint my cellie...
had to change a nigga's rock mind...with the glock nine...
because he late my feddi...
like periods...
I'm serious...
killin pussey cause they curious...and I aint talkin vaginas...
got a hawk that'll find ya...while I'm walking behind ya...
with a spark that'll blind ya...
I call it Mariah...
cause when she go off...niggas like "damn,that bitch can blow"
have you drinkin food thru holes in ya throat...
holdin a gun don't make me a man...
but its better than being ---just a ghost...
how I live it...-is nothin to me
why I did it...-is nothin to me
its nothin to me...
guns,money,bitches...-is nothin to me
I just want you mufukkas to see...
(2)...its nothin to me...
I'm like nunaya damn business...
(what you do for a living?)
bitch...none of ya damn business...
deep pockets...but they stay empty...
new timbs...but they stay filthy...
money will never change me...
I change and exchange g's...
till my bank seen...mad green...
like: "...you wouldn't like me when I'm angry"
I'm sum of 2 mans...the summer of 2 sams...
pull up inna hummer the color of Tucan...
the shit is a rental...
hop out...leave a clip inya dental...
but only if theres money involved...
the gun'll be palmed...easy...
like Garnett does with the ball...
greasy...and grimey as ever...
your body light as a feather...
when sniping a fella...
I grind for this cheddar...
and if you wanna feel the nine or whateva...
these shots...will leave you spinning...
like some typa propeller...
---I'm trying to tell ya
:hook:
I crush niggas who be flapping they gums...
claiming they got paper...but they lackin the funds...
packin a pump...in the back of the trunk...
for any cat that'll come...
wanting to get the air snatched from his lungs...
listen its...-not a game...
if you talk greasy...u better be living it...
-if you gotta brain...
cause theres alotta apes...
on the street that'll body you...
who'll snatch,peel,and swallow you...
you gotta balance the hood with the books...
wither you in the booth with the hooks...
or the hood with the books...
I know I spit a lotta gutta shit...that you don't understand...
but you loving it...
yeah...the brotha's feirce...
yall suckas is...all huff...nothin...-just frontin piff...
I do it all...sumthin real...
and won't shit change on me...
---unless I break a fuckin bill...
:hook-out:
