man? (I don't know) Now a joke is a joke and fun and games are chill But this isn't funny this is straight up ill Now there's a limit to humor and this
hot ones Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online And by next year, we should have a thousand guns Nigga
gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should
gun lyrics, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin' and dead
you watch this muthafucka Chucky muthafucka in this shit Violent J in this muthafucka Rude Boy in this muthafucka Stupid in this muthafucka Mike, Mike in this muthafucka Faygo this mothafucka All this in this
don't need a binge this year Took care of my paperwork Take the united taxi out to Vegas While the average RNB group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your phone calls
in the court) I will make you pay for this you murderers (Order in the court, order in the court) (I said order in the court now) Now, before this court
Chorus: just another one dead and gone (4 times) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha A year from now where will I be when I get blasted I picture myself in
week now she dead broke/ she missed one weekend because she needed flow/ he cursed her out/called her names/made the girl cry/ she won?t accept his phone calls
of money Now keep in mind this is 'round the time that Miami niggas was really tryin' to put it down That's back when the pimp game played out That next year
killa) Young crack dope deala (dope deala) I'm doing this one for my niggas Who ride for this Who even lost they life for this And them niggas who survivin this
as a killer Young black dope dealer I'm doing this one for my niggas Who ride for this Who even lost they life for this And them niggas who survivin this
chasing for years Don't take you why not? 'Cause you rhyme now? Listen here muthafucka lie down Yo yo chill, it ain't my time now Come on, last year
, I done drove to hammon and came back with some shit, Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown, Some fools lay it down, then act a clown, Call
good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be Now follow G, can you comprehend? If you can then drink a shot of Hen Hit this hand on your silver
be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig 'Cause we the realest ya dig, ain't no half steppin' here I'm caught up now, but next year is my year
on this P-I-M-P Lesson 1 - first you should, pull a bitch fuck her good The next time tell her no, but the next time take her dough. Oh! you gotta watch
some time out yo waltz , take some time out yo waltz And tell your loved ones that you love 'em every so often Here's a little story I got to tell And this