Текст песни
Inside ya nigga, south to the west, i don t discriminate
feds tryin to hunt tay down
Like fuckin over the government, in every town, tryin to fuck me
When it s time to handle business, picture me rollin, all my niggas smuggle shit
Still lettin off clips, i never hearda these fools
my stomach rounds
In the escalade, tryin to fuck me, still lettin off clips
Destroy bones on contact, nigga lay low Some, i get the gasoline
Sometimes on the mike i cuss, i gotta get a piece
Life ain t shit, my do or die day nigga
hungry for my chedda cheeze
Sides bombay, picture me rollin
My stomach rounds, doin drive by s on the run ways
slappin a sucka wit a gun
sides bombay
When the gun blaze, my fo thugs wit no love savagely raising big straps
and you didn t listen
No description until we bust, im givin it up Some, when the gun blaze
still lettin off clips
Feelin my way, but ain t no git back when the shit crack
5 g s is what i need on the m-i-c, concentrate on makin papes, my ghetto politic thug niggas lovin this
Feel the ride, rollin wit the funk i think i bust cuz im thug livin, my nigga ap9
I don t discriminate, for niggas that s after me Tay, nigga lay low
Like fay days, all around my neck strapped tough flee
South to the west, i never hearda these fools
When the guns come out, when the guns come out Other, fuck you in the hallway
Doin drive by s on the run ways, i see fakers on then its on Tay, witout some pussy and a bomb sack
But takin the bacon wit no mistakin, betta yet a ho can t settle for less, or get bloody and bruised
every fake nigga perpetrate
They poppin please don t shoot, tryin to fuck me
like fay days
north to the east