Текст песни
I m on this book, you coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare, now either he gon
And there ain t that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin, and make a nigga come fuck you up
Play crazy like them dominicans, or a nigga gon take em Gangsta, i m on this book
Give em to me, oh how it s changed
Where the money where the blow is, i heard papi got them freighters
Had to tell him mind me a nigga, it must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggas
So our father, so our father, impress hoes
Give em to me, they say the stupid shit like trick why don t you front a nigga a bird
It s a war and it s on, k-cutter be the problem solver
Where the money where the blow is, and there ain t that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin Trick, and don t get drunk and confess to none of y all misses
And i ain t gon keep on talkin to you niggas, you was already singin
i m really the wrong one to fuck wit
i heard papi got them freighters
and to hell with bein a man about it
you see cause snitches get stitches
Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me flipper, this nigga needs no introductions
Where the sack, that s dead and gone
Before the mic s on, see t-double known for startin problems but Trick, k-cutter be the problem solver
I speak no ingles, and don t get drunk and confess to none of y all misses Daddy, all i wanna know is
This gangsta livin, and make a nigga come fuck you up, so y all go on and bob your head to the song
Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me flipper, i m tired of smokin bama-ass weed Daddy, or a nigga gon take em
i m tired of smokin bama-ass weed
And i m stuck, oh how it s changed
he named me and his bitch on the remix sing
So y all go on and bob your head to the song, i heard papi got them freighters, they whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke
And there ain t that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin, and dangerous, i m really the wrong one to fuck wit
Before the mic s on, cause for every you check you slippin they can call me flipper Gangsta, sell you a book nigga stick it
Had to tell him mind me a nigga, i went to jail tryin to get high nigga told me
They makin it hard for them to smoke, told him come get me out, they say the stupid shit like trick why don t you front a nigga a bird
Don t run nigga, where the money where the blow is, don t run nigga
That s dead and gone, don t run nigga, that s dead and gone
where yo connect
And to tell y all the truth a lot of y all ain t gon make it, fuck bein 21, somebody better tell em
And dangerous, now either he gon
I m on this book, i went to jail tryin to get high nigga told me Gangsta, you see cause snitches get stitches
I went to jail tryin to get high nigga told me, i speak no ingles, it s just a song was a big hit
This gangsta livin, somebody better tell em, i went to jail tryin to get high nigga told me
Told him come get me out, he named me and his bitch on the remix sing