And they can't save ya
Face the facts, you can't change him
She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
And he ain't gettin' up after them shots
Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
'Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright
Holly grove, holly grove was his last statement
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he sleepin'
Let some time go chill
And the dope go inside of the veins
Can't shoot it if you can't aim it
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
No cocking back
Silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
Can't miss him if he kill you
Though I bear a name only one call live with
And watch my step on a wet pavement
That's just how the dice roll
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Man, the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Pocket knife, no handgun in sight
Give love and take it back
Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom
Like I was just bathing
The clip sink down to the dick
Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin' he thinkin'
Then you can't blame him
Having her mind goover a convo about dough, nothing!
So nigga get that look off your face
And I'm feelin' like mike at a Tyson fight
I'm sicker with it
Hold up the beat might drop
Tee or tanktop pocket fan
I'm from Cita house, big momma's house
Bob Marley got me stinkin'
Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin'
What you know about a bongo
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
From where I came'
It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Yea, I'm from the hood
When you can't fade him
Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast
Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at
Stackin figures I'm standin' firm life's a slinky
Me I come out of that water
When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin'
Like, ha ha
So I rep 'em where I can't take 'em
If you hit him in the right spot
Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no
Get too deep up in that water
And recognize you got a crook in the place
Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
Cheer, I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
They call me W E E crooked letter Y, I'm so high
That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin' back
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy
Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back
