get ya all that shit what's up little Alice in wonderland, you bitch we are coming and you can suck the dick, work it tight 'Cause I know what's up
I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga's after y'all Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce your tits up Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up 'Cause
Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up
Quarter mill for the show, really though, wassup? Louis duffel bag stay loaded up Get her to the hotel, betta know what's up With the niggas out there get the holdin' up
movin' around Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin' it down Cuttin' you up, the new shit, ruckin' you up Fuckin' you up, my black hole, suckin' you up
as he coughed blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout Brother brother can't you get this through your head It's a set up
' You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets If you lookin' I got my hand on my *** grippin' in the raws Hood star, sit up in
see this shit So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad "Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob" Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin
poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout setteling no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
the heat I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the street Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
roasted duck? With a mean street team outside posted up Toasted up, ready to roast a duck, when I say street team I don't mean niggaz that put posters up
[Incomprehensible] Still walkin' down the streets with my hand on my black tec My brain is high like New York, New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when
the fuck up And leave the one you wit then take off of Usher That's right, six double O with chrome pipes U.S. Marshals out to pen us up like snipes
Pass the glock, word up Pass the glock, uh, ha (T Squaders, T Squaders) You can't stop T Squad, you can't stop T Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it
runnin?, a no hand nigga slap ya That's some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya That nigga must be tellin? the truth 'cause he a no hand ass motherfucker
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where
