Got y 'all, we at you, yeah,
it's the victory song,
Wasteland
Incorporated,
Piss
Squad,
Sharpshooters on the roof,
DJ
Honda
When
B -Boys was doin' windmills and backspins I was sellin' fake,
crushed up crack like crushed up fast friends
Loud tops was blue like the radisons,
I left laughing
Hood and these niggas left gasping
Made it to the block before the day began
So they asked me where I was at,
but my money was on my ends
If I went to the block broke,
I'd be off on the deep end
That'll pass,
it didn't matter as long as I got in where I fit in
Cops searched the crib, but
the stash was hidden
Total charges never stuck,
like you gotta be kidding
Niggas want front like we ain't shit,
see the snaz
I had head, everything hittin'
Niggas won't admit all
this cash we gettin'
But my problem sings his own song, goodnight,
like good riddance
It's all about the money,
power and powder I hate you scary motherfuckers, I never stomach
I'm a fear
God out of respect, niggas like them fuck up
wet dreams and die a million deaths
Loud niggas die once, drink heavy,
smoke blunts, rock platinum
Ice in their diamonds, sip in their fronts,
I love whips, bad bitches
Chronic and skunk, leave the heat under the seat,
no spare in the trunk
Got no time for these fuckin' punks,
they're with the ugly plot
Need to be all in the game,
one of them get shot
I gave it all I got, but look, we still here
Rollin' through this motherfucker
here with no fear
Niggas still want no problem,
not with me here
Whole shit'll change when somebody disappears I try to tell them all,
just read my lips clear
Just to take over,
to make over, life is not fair
My whole shit is street,
I ain't nothin' sweet
You try to fuck with me, nigga,
I'll lift you off your feet
You ain't ready, son, no, not at all
Didn't I tell you I'll be back when those
niggas drop the ball?
My whole shit is street,
I ain't nothin' sweet
You try to fuck with me, nigga,
I'll lift you off your feet
You ain't ready, son, no, not at all
Didn't I tell you I'll be back
when those niggas drop the ball?
Look at me now mothafucka,
right roll call mothafucka
See the bitches in the mansion,
lampin' in the
Hampton
With my team stackin' green
at the bottom of the barrel
I still tote heavy when I'm on the scene
I know my enemies got plans
to plot and scheme
But trust me,
money don't get caught between
Put your pants down, fuckin' with me
Know what I mean, don't get it twisted,
don't get it messed up
I got dudes that'll definitely
come through
Touch somethin' up, fuck somethin' up,
fuck somethin' up
Like
Sledgehammer
Harry, nigga, I done stuck somethin' up
And I dare enemies to go
and start somethin' up
So I can go get that shotgun
and part somethin' up
Leave the trash in the back of
that black garbage truck
Like waste management nigga,
we here to pick this shit up
My whole shit is street,
I ain't nothin' sweet
You try to fuck with me nigga,
I'll lift you off your feet
You ain't ready son, no, not at all
Didn't I tell you I'll be back
when those niggas drop the ball
My whole shit is street,
I ain't nothin' sweet
You try to fuck with me nigga,
I'll lift you off your feet
You ain't ready son, no, not at all
Didn't I tell you I'll be back when those
niggas drop the ball?
I'll see you next time.