Текст песни
I m the one who can stand the hit and fry somethin, can t see myself callin home for bail
or how i give it to anybody that want somethin
your man was slippin i shot em
Put the gun in your mouth and say point where it s at, if my doe light i got to make shit darker
persuade me to chill
Try somethin, your man was slippin i shot em, what makes you a killa
What makes you a smart nigga, niggas under pressure look they back sweatin What, in case you got a urge to snitch and drop names
mister man keep a clip wit 50 in it
Can t see myself callin home for bail, we don t care
Easily hate cause agility freezin me hoes never teasin me, drink till we drunk, actionious style leave you in a creek nigga
Or how i give it to anybody that want somethin, and got a one way ticket down to atlanta Most, that s between y all we ain t in it
i put the tec in your mouth now i dare you to speak
I m the one who can stand the hit and fry somethin, i gotta eat too nigga how about dat
i promise you the pain is almost over one more verse motherfuckers
I don t doubt that, niggas under pressure look they back sweatin, and got a one way ticket down to atlanta
hit the bar to relieve my stress and start sippin
wish my squad would say that we don t even play dat
Thugs don t talk we just ride till we die, try somethin
You ain t ever seen stranger, chorus repeat til fade, it only take one thing for mister man to come spark ya
Aiyyo i love my kids mister, a g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r we are known to leave a nigga in the e
Close your eyes gotta surprise i dare you to peep, a g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r we are known to leave a nigga in the e, mister man keep a clip wit 50 in it
Fuck rap you wanna see if i m real, i gotta eat too nigga how about dat Wanted, we don t play
For that ransome doe, want it wit mister man
Hit em up top and work my way down bottom, we don t play What, fuck rap you wanna see if i m real
and get outta town before the cops start trippin
What makes you a killa, see myself on the run before i see any jail, see myself on the run before i see any jail
the fact that i m not a bitch nigga
It only take one thing for mister man to come spark ya, right hand to god i swear
thugs don t talk we just ride till we die
kids get kidnapped
Chorus repeat til fade, thugs don t talk we just ride till we die, it only take one thing for mister man to come spark ya
Wish my squad would say that we don t even play dat, i m the one who can stand the hit and fry somethin
Put the gun in your mouth and say point where it s at, i ll kill you
You ain t ever seen stranger, what makes you a thug nigga Philly's, i crack you the fuck up
Kids get kidnapped, i m the one who can stand the hit and fry somethin
Seese what beef, two things for you, actionious style leave you in a creek nigga
comin out slow like a fuckin loosely
We don t care, b-double-o-n.-i-c nigga, fuck rap you wanna see if i m real
All about loadin and cock and start spittin, your man was slippin i shot em, your clique don t like it your clique get clapped
can t see myself callin home for bail
i ll kill you
seese what beef