that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
should we yo light your spliff you need work? Come on I got consignment to give This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars swear to God this year, I'm gonna
here You know P would pack his bag and just leave next year But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this hell And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with
why should we you light your spliff You need work come on I got an assignment to give This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars Swear to God this year I'm
the mall at Room to small tear the walls out Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out You know how No Limit do go all out Aint my fault, we gotta
touch a mic your motherfuckin' ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack 'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back Not this time, but next time
crossed the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time it's your son gets
night, Violent fight, now I'm dead one to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack 'Happy New Year' bitch, boy, hey, I got a new years resolution
little niggas for fuckin' wit my team Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to set it off, nigga Time to
the next haters who try to air me out come up blank And I'ma have to sacrifice your life With a wrath that's stronger than Christ And forces of life
out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
Chorus) This for the boys that?s on the grind/ Servin bids and doin crime/ Stuck in the pen and doin time/ Facin 10, 20, Life/ (Verse 1) Make ways of
I come out flop Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop) As they putting my body in that life-size Ziplock Then you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this
in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin You unaware of what's goin on and Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman Told the law about the drops
been runnin everything came to me was a long time comin im an OG man, i just look this way ill do somethin to ya, i just look this way i aint got enough
steppin' here I'm caught up now, but next year is my year 2002, C-Murder died, your leader came alive 2005, he saved, now I'm back from the grave Wildin' out
phone goin off in this bitch, what Yeah ha We ain't even trippin dog Shoutout to the whole world What This the end Till next time I'm out
fed time Locked away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal life Hard times No way out, better surrender But I got clout to stay out