Uhyeahmmmm William H.
niggas Hollayeahyo [HOOK:] That s why Isqueeze first ask quesions last That s how most of these so called gangstas pass Isqueeze first ask questions last Cuz when I pull upalways popthat s why I m livin today [JIGGA] Yowhen I meet yaI heat ya down When I greet yameet ya with pound Not the handshakebut the kind that make ya demand a wake The kind that put land over your face I pop yalet doctors stitch ya I-N-F-R-Awill not miss ya I move lightlike my shoes too tight Leave niggas confused from the day to the night At nightsee the lightwhen the pistol s sparkin Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin I keep cash case cops arrest me case kids kidnap mekids could get back me You shall repent fore you spend a red cent If notyou somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not with raw meor he Face a thousand deaths from Mr.
Shawn Correy Carterrap harder like I m part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker cept I m hard to smoke And y all choke mother ers [HOOK] [JIGGA] I said thou shalt not with raw meor he Face a thousand deaths from Mr.
Shawn Correy Carterrap harder like I m part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker cept I m hard to smoke Thou shalt not with raw meor he Face a thousand deaths from Mr.
Shawn Correy Carterrap harder like I m part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker cept I m hard to smoke And y all choke niggas [HOOK] [JIGGA] Y all don t understand I said thou shalt not with raw meor he Face a thousand deaths from Mr.
Shawn Correy Carterrap harder like I m part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker cept I m hard to smoke Y all choke niggas [HOOK] [JIGGA] See when I m low in digitsI push blow in a blizzard I m a player for realI post and pivot Coke distributebe where the ghostes visit Where the demons liveshit my scene is vivid Squeamish kidsy all get the outta this verse It s about to get so obscene in a minute I seen and live itI did some things I admit it Wasn t proud of itbut I was a child it Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt Couldn t sit downbig gun kept stickin my pelvis Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis Niggas is jealoushell is hotyou heard X Wanted to tell God that I don t deserve this Was afraid that he d tell me I deserve less My life was nervousyou haven t heard stress Til you heard the cries of my mamame givin her drama Told her I aint promised tomorrowgotta live for the day And before she could say Jay

I was out the doorpouch full of rawa outlaw mentality Men gotta do men things for men salary Bad Boynot Puff or Mike Lowerydamn B.I.G.
woulda been proud of me Ahh shit man

Young Hova ya heard? Who could wit him?

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