Lyrics
huh, yeah, huh,
straight mothafucking flava fa ya hataz savor,
since 12, walked around my block strapt wit a razor,
under my tounge , so don't blame me if i ain't really say much ,
i started talking when i got my first gun,
told ngas' to pack money , if not run ,
cuz ima rob ya ass, even fa ya dolla' son,
so don't try'n holla son,
cuz if my ass is bother, run
i will leave you on deserted island under the sun,
while i'm in ya crib wilding , drinking some rum,
tryn' kick it to ya bitch, but she don't wanna give me some.
it's iight though, her pussy tight yo, i'm bout to …
no diz done said it , to get it , you betta 4get, b4 you get deaded,
in a second, i'm stressing, i'm hesitating, to blessing,
the bullest that's beasting to come out,
feasting , hoping that you gotta hungry mouf,
hope you like black beanz, burning, heading in speed,
coming out my heat, faster than a outlaw running from the police
the realest nga i eva saw, speeding fa an ounz weed,
making criminal history, living life to the fullest, the ill mc.huh , hazardous , nah mean.
Let it go, it ain’t worth it yo,
Them ngas is wack , them ngs is trash, you bout to blow
