we fuck up ya crew
Check me out!
Lyrics
so whats your name dono or oblivion (does it matter)
compared to praa
your nine hundred and ninty nine thou short of a million
38 battles only once the people was feelin him
meanin 37 times the other guy was killin him
i put vets to rest in they retirment home
then i bring'em back just so they know im holdin the throne
put it on wax and write the shit in stone
it cant get no clearer than that
im leavin this pussy twisted
like I just ran over his cat
if i explain what ya game is missin
i'd overlap the limit of this track
but the limit to bein whack
is a endless number so go head and do the math
while you calculate, punch in your little numbers
i drop off your bitch, be back in time to pick up your mother
yo I aint even gotta say im sick
the doctor already mentioned that possibility when i was cuttin off what was left of ya dick
jesus what can i say to this bitch
when he opens his mouth its likes another broad givin me lip
im sick of this shit
hoes wanna hear me speak like im they pimp and shit
nah bitch
i dont converse with hoes on the corner
i speak for the street and my voice is a holster
wit a extra clip on my shoulder
definition of a soldier
scars to the bone jabbin at bitches like hova
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