Droopy Drew Dog) I come down baby walks once again it's on You see I peeped at the game that wrote in your song Definition for drama Bout' to play wit'cha mama Never been a sucka nigga Cause it's still on the come up You know a busta get faded (???) would of made it Somewhere down the line You playa hated and traded See I done what I did And if you fell off I do it again Mama's only song I scrapped since the age of ten I had no brothers and sisters I had no father World drama taxed Thought the lord didn't bother To hear me, nigga can you feel me God can you forgive me For all the dirt I'da did (???) I put the (???) Because it's over now Cross me again then it definetly a showdown Jimmy Jex slipping get his crown cracked (???) a bitch But see you made me a tape
Chorus x2 See nothin' but shit up in my blood And plus the drugs up in this thug Indonisia
(??) I'm a motherfucker hustlin that I'd trap down on Tryin' to come up in this game Whether is right or is wrong My attitude is fucking Bad around town in a bucket I got a job but go quick Cause minimum wage ain't shit Now feel me I think the government is fucking us blind While they gettin' paid Leavin' all the poor folks behind Occupation for money was just a criminal grind You don't gotta be in jail Because your ass doing time I'm black Aggrivated, criminal mind stated Problems with the police They were all (??) related Now take my shoes and walk em out of my pad Vic A playa hatas they down to blood bound Can you feel me I'm talking about the real, do you hear me A trick the bitch walk up the same (???) I'm puttin it down on a mic representing self made No shorts or losses But bullets get sprayed I'm not some artificial killer Or some cheap ass thriller But I can chop your head off You get between my scribble
Chorus x2
So there you have it Self made playa Droopy Droop motherfucking Dog Puttin' it down for playa village AKA BH motherfucking P Hook my shit with Paul Motherfucking prophet Juicy "J" behind this shit You know what I'm saying Can't stop It's on from hurdle to hurdle two G's bitch Fear this nigga
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Copy to Clipboard: Droopy Drew Dog) I come down baby walks once again it's on You see I peeped at the game that wrote in your song Definition for drama Bout' to play wit'cha mama Never been a sucka nigga Cause it's still on the come up You know a busta get faded (???) would of made it Somewhere down the line You playa hated and traded See I done what I did And if you fell off I do it again Mama's only song I scrapped since the age of ten I had no brothers and sisters I had no father World drama taxed Thought the lord didn't bother To hear me, nigga can you feel me God can you forgive me For all the dirt I'da did (???) I put the (???) Because it's over now Cross me again then it definetly a showdown Jimmy Jex slipping get his crown cracked (???) a bitch But see you made me a tape
Chorus x2 See nothin' but shit up in my blood And plus the drugs up in this thug Indonisia
(??) I'm a motherfucker hustlin that I'd trap down on Tryin' to come up in this game Whether is right or is wrong My attitude is fucking Bad around town in a bucket I got a job but go quick Cause minimum wage ain't shit Now feel me I think the government is fucking us blind While they gettin' paid Leavin' all the poor folks behind Occupation for money was just a criminal grind You don't gotta be in jail Because your ass doing time I'm black Aggrivated, criminal mind stated Problems with the police They were all (??) related Now take my shoes and walk em out of my pad Vic A playa hatas they down to blood bound Can you feel me I'm talking about the real, do you hear me A trick the bitch walk up the same (???) I'm puttin it down on a mic representing self made No shorts or losses But bullets get sprayed I'm not some artificial killer Or some cheap ass thriller But I can chop your head off You get between my scribble
Chorus x2
So there you have it Self made playa Droopy Droop motherfucking Dog Puttin' it down for playa village AKA BH motherfucking P Hook my shit with Paul Motherfucking prophet Juicy "J" behind this shit You know what I'm saying Can't stop It's on from hurdle to hurdle two G's bitch Fear this nigga
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