Lyrics

Niggas is liars, and these bitches startin' fires Why these niggas wearin' wires I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors I hate liars, I hate bitches that start fires I hate niggas that wear wires I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors No surprises, ain't no middlemen, I wanna meet suppliers I don't play or put my gangster on display, so do not try it I hate liars, I hate bitches that start fires I hate niggas that wear wires I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors No surprises, ain't no middlemen, I wanna meet suppliers I don't play or put my gangster on display, so do not try it This for them real ones that (shh shh) When they pill somethin', no upload, no new posts Leave the phones home when they eat somethin It's go time, not show time, and it's your time If they catch you, if you get away, then you special No evidence to come get you See, I never try to act too hard Cause a nigga really know shit real And I never gotta say too much One look and you know I will You no real, gon' recognize real When the killer's in the spot, you better chill I can see it in your eye, you don't really wanna die So why you gotta talk shit still You let a ho make you feel like a man I'm the man and your bitch been a fan Put a grand on your head and your ass in the ground For the grand, even hit the man hand, I don't think you understand I hate liars, I hate bitches that start fires I hate niggas that wear wires I ain't spinnin' with him, he ain't got no priors No surprises, ain't no middlemen, I wanna meet suppliers I don't play or put my gangster on display So do not try it Tell me what you want me to do Matter of fact, tell me what you want from me Got a suite at the Grand Marquis Feelin' like it's spring again, I'm a Biz Marquis All about the Benjamins and crack daddies Shorty named Cinnamon, am I right, baby She was at the gun range with the 223 Game insane, but please believe me Got niggas pillow talkin', dead men walkin They just liars when they see the symphony On display, headlinin' on flights Goddamn, these niggas so fake The life they livin', I can't relate Tryna be somethin' other than yourself won't be long For a nigga just break wristgates for OPJs Single-handed killin' niggas like I'm OBJ I ain't got time to be beefin' on the net I'm a grown man, I do it the OG way Push one button for the goons with the guns When them shits go off, bet your crew gon' run That's when them niggas gon' start snitchin That's when the boys in blue gon' come And my gangsta be on display So, motherfucker, don't try it Them wolf tickets that you're tryna sell me My nigga, I just came by it Got no prize, I hate liars I hate bitches that start fires I hate niggas that wear wires I ain't spinnin' with him He ain't got no prize, no surprises Ain't no middleman, I wanna meet suppliers I don't play or put my gangsta on display So, do not try it I hate liars I hate bitches that start fires I hate niggas that wear wires I ain't spinnin' with him He ain't got no prize, no surprises Ain't no middleman, I wanna meet suppliers I don't play or put my gangsta on display So, do not try it When you see me, don't say shit, man Shut the fuck up, nigga Point me to the big man Where he at No hard for you niggas, I feel like the Tin Man Ha, that's right Came in with three-year-old, met Tin Man Short, nigga Don't tell me you that nigga, cause I been there Do not try it The Biggest
Writer(s): Fred Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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