Letra

Drop when the choppa sing, gotta pop the bean, pop the beam Bust like pottery, now they lookin' lean Trim the fat, my autonomy, taken by a fiend No control of my properties of my faculties Caught 'em in the backroom like a nextbot with the red dot Runnin' like a Spartan, make 'em topple with a head drop Didn't want to be the one to take you with the deadshot I just wanna taunt a motherfucka 'til they deadlock Redrum, redrum, loading my gun Gonna bring up all the heat, I got the sun with this drum When they see the light, they gon' stop the fight Archon with the dice, blinded by the sight, ah Load up my big nine Load up my big nine Load up my big nine Load up my big nine Load up my big nine Load up my big nine Load up my big nine Load up my big - Shut the fuck up when, I step into the room they stop and stutter Then I throw my knuck up when I'm cutting through them all like butter They not ready to get bucked up, knew the cop been undercover Choppin' through the block like I'm Paul Bunyan when that AK sputter Bling go my pinky ring when my choppa sing It gon' sting blowing off my steam, police on the scene I just scheme, I don't fuckin' dream, killin' for the C.R.E.A.M My routine made me the new king Made me a Liu Kang Quarter ki of that dro They been begging for the somke Throw the money in the bag They be droppin' to the floor Quarter ki of that dro They been begging for the somke Throw the money in the bag They be droppin' to the floor, floor, floor, floor
Writer(s): Richard Mclaughlin, Igor Poletaev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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