[Chorus x 8] We the ruffest niggaz out whomp Toughest killers out whomp
(Fiend) It's the bloodshed causer starter Ash to ash, behind a single quarter My nasty ex has got your stench, slinging a little longer Mind sweating like they wetting up my California With no regretting I dealt with him after he was in a coma Jones a tear your head off before he let off Slack on niggas uh uh bust a u, I'm goin back on niggas We don't believe going court or trial But we standing for the news lady, straight in denial Pimpin' this is how it's done, light weighted hand Will never run, never see our face same time as the sun And my bullets don't hum, they bite And my survivors don't talk, they fight You got your rockets with ya Cause the same killers that can rock it with ya Will remove your shoes and sock it to ya I could prophet with ya, or chop your sister Just keep it in mind, ya ever plot with this nigga
Chorus x 8
(Juicy J) Only the strong survive my nig That shit is always real Surrounded by crossers everyday That's why I pack my steel It ain't my attitude my mama always kept telling me It just some shit all people get that we call jealousy You see this industry, the stress will make you cock and blast I guess the cheese and all the hoes came way in too fast Who said the fame will make you happy Cars, women and wealth Sometimes I get so fuckin stressed, I think bout killing myself I'm drinking crown liquor, feeling like I'm down nigga I'll smoke a pound with ya, even if it's brown sticka It's like I'm messed up, I'm trying to hide the pressure You wanna test us, you better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up I put this four-five to your dome, my nigga guess what It's just a second away before I play to Mexico Don't be fucking with them niggas or the good dope
[Chorus x 8]
(D.J. Paul) Them sett's is throwed up A bitch nigga straight throwed up Cause we bowed up, an slice his head like some cold cuts His click froze up, no anti-freeze tween they shoulders I thought they bolder, they march in club like some soldiers They should've told ya, now ass whooping's all I owe ya I beat a bitch a whole green mile, up off that doja Just to say I showed ya, the Head Bussaz don't play Two weeks later you feel a beat down delay Kicking an ass or two, that's what the hell we do You don't like how we living, well Fuck You! This is a click, that won't quit, the longer you talk The longer we gone shoot up some shit Quick to smoke up some shit, quick to oot up some shit Quick to sip up some shit, quick to gangbang your bitch And treat every nigga like a ho, like a ho cause If a nigga can breathe, a nigga will cross you dope
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[Chorus x 8] We the ruffest niggaz out whomp Toughest killers out whomp
(Fiend) It's the bloodshed causer starter Ash to ash, behind a single quarter My nasty ex has got your stench, slinging a little longer Mind sweating like they wetting up my California With no regretting I dealt with him after he was in a coma Jones a tear your head off before he let off Slack on niggas uh uh bust a u, I'm goin back on niggas We don't believe going court or trial But we standing for the news lady, straight in denial Pimpin' this is how it's done, light weighted hand Will never run, never see our face same time as the sun And my bullets don't hum, they bite And my survivors don't talk, they fight You got your rockets with ya Cause the same killers that can rock it with ya Will remove your shoes and sock it to ya I could prophet with ya, or chop your sister Just keep it in mind, ya ever plot with this nigga
Chorus x 8
(Juicy J) Only the strong survive my nig That shit is always real Surrounded by crossers everyday That's why I pack my steel It ain't my attitude my mama always kept telling me It just some shit all people get that we call jealousy You see this industry, the stress will make you cock and blast I guess the cheese and all the hoes came way in too fast Who said the fame will make you happy Cars, women and wealth Sometimes I get so fuckin stressed, I think bout killing myself I'm drinking crown liquor, feeling like I'm down nigga I'll smoke a pound with ya, even if it's brown sticka It's like I'm messed up, I'm trying to hide the pressure You wanna test us, you better put your vest up It's lots of hatred in the streets, my nigga fess up I put this four-five to your dome, my nigga guess what It's just a second away before I play to Mexico Don't be fucking with them niggas or the good dope
[Chorus x 8]
(D.J. Paul) Them sett's is throwed up A bitch nigga straight throwed up Cause we bowed up, an slice his head like some cold cuts His click froze up, no anti-freeze tween they shoulders I thought they bolder, they march in club like some soldiers They should've told ya, now ass whooping's all I owe ya I beat a bitch a whole green mile, up off that doja Just to say I showed ya, the Head Bussaz don't play Two weeks later you feel a beat down delay Kicking an ass or two, that's what the hell we do You don't like how we living, well Fuck You! This is a click, that won't quit, the longer you talk The longer we gone shoot up some shit Quick to smoke up some shit, quick to oot up some shit Quick to sip up some shit, quick to gangbang your bitch And treat every nigga like a ho, like a ho cause If a nigga can breathe, a nigga will cross you dope
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