Two guns up mothafucka, two guns up mothafucka   [Incomprehensible]      If P want you dead, I ain't comin' with niggas   Just a blunt and a three pound, plenty of liquor   So ya homies got somethin' to pour that's that old school shit   I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor      I'm tryin' to bang niggas over the clouds   And I heard you say you rich so you can't get lower than styles   Kill everybody dead just so noone can smile   Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while      Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga   Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the truth   If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse   My niggas hustle from first to first      Twelve months in a year   Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear   Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the block   With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark      We hoop ride, instead of the six   While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick   That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix   Catch me on T gettin' sixty a shift      Holidy styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but streets   Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet   And the only time I front is with a blunt and a beat   To show niggas that I'm nice and they ain't fuckin' with me      Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas that'd arm rob seventy niggas   You know murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas   Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas   You know whether we ride or we die we gonna get this      All I know is drugs and guns and plenty of weed   And that bitch that suck dick and niggas that bleed   And if you're rich before you go get a watch and a drop   You better hit the court house and go bail out the block      If your son ain't worth shit niggas'll smuggle your daughter   I come through in a porshe the same color as water   I got weight, what you want I can cover the order   They call me boss when I cross the border      Six shot caught her? I hear niggas say my face is screwed   But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace your food   Scream fuck every rapper that hate that I'm rude   But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move      We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed   There's only six nice rappers if you wanna be real   Niggas die everyday from talkin' that dumb shit   That where they're from shit      All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick   Just another dumb bitch   Go to church to get the holy ghost   I did my dirt and got the holy ghost      Look at the world through a niggas eyes   Don't be a bitch, you gonna live and die   Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by   I pray to god that we make it to heaven   But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven      You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck   And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us   But since niggas still alive they should be tellin' you somethin'   You ain't hear from holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'   You know cocksucker      Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas   That'd arm rob seventy niggas   You know murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas   Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas   You know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe      Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas   That'd arm rob seventy niggas   You know murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas   Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas   You know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe