Lyrics

Peep game, you silly bustas, you so-called Gs Poppin at your brain with this game that got niggas coppin keys I'm droppin these bombs and many more for months and years At this shit like a jacker with no muthafuckin fear The shit that I'm droppin got you caught up in my slang Ever since a young nigga was out here on my bang Ready to kill if I feel that I got played I then grabbed my stolen bucket and them niggas was gettin sprayed That's the pass, a nigga shouldn't reminisc Still smoke dank, drinkin Hen and take a 8-ball piss Tryna be a player but rappers, stay away from haters in the streets Cause that hating makes a nigga come viciously But jealousy tells me that these niggas simple-minded And so I might get my 9 and help these niggas find it Scream if you heard me, holla if you feel me I'm a threat to society, that's why these muthafuckas tryna kill me All for the good cause yo if it sends me to the edge I end up at puttin hollow points to your head On the move, some punk niggas tried to off me Got the nina, nigga seen the sign, don't cross me Cause shit is thick in the Fog so be a hog when I rush ya Stay away from all these playa haters and these bustas And you wonder why I stay strapped with my gat? Cause livin up in the Fog it's like that cuz (And you know I had to gat ya) It's like this and like that and like this and, uh It's like that and like this and like that and, uh X4 Mashin in my Lark, kinda keyed of some dank weed Got the nina in my lap in case some niggas tryna gank me Cause in the inner city niggas quickly to snap Niggas get they caps peeled and niggas peel caps Because it's real, niggas on the grind to survive Because a nigga ain't down for a 9 to 5 Give me a suck up on the Hen and a 9 miller And I'll show you how to roll up in my city Cause it's kinda sick livin in the Fog, niggas get smoked (?) pistol cause it's personal beef, punk Niggas can't fade and you hoes can't fade Niggas get smoked for tryna act bitch made Be a playa not a saver-up cause in these jungelous And then I'll be all good at the end, then I'll bring up folks Straight niggas from the street, straight from the penetentiary Havin much ass and smokin on the rider's weed Cause niggas don't understand this shit unless you live up in Cali Where niggas are bangin and slangin in front of the white man, dead up in the alley Cause real niggas don't give a fuck And that's the niggas I fuck with so you better watch out, punk I pop-pop-pop with this muthafuckin giggityglock I make sure that when I pop niggas got to drop Cause I'm straight from the D-O Each and everyday a nigga's runnin from the popo It's like this, it's like that, so when I stay strapped with my gat You better run and hide before I rat-ta-ta-tat on that ass as I blast! With this fucking SIG! Wouldn't give a FUCK if I'm bustin at these muthafuckin nigs! Cause niggas always on my nutsack! Niggas tried to bust at me, that's when a nigga bust back! Then I got to run and throw my fucking gat, cause nigga! It's just like that, foo' (And you know I had to gat ya) It's like this and like that and like this and, uh It's like that and like this and like that and, uh X2 (And you know I had to gat ya) It's like this and like that and like this and, uh It's like that and like this and like that and, uh X2 (And you know I had to gat ya) It's like this and like that and like this and, uh
Writer(s): Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri, Ricky Walters, Johnta Austin, Manuel Seal, Douglas Davis, Isaac Iii Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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