Lyrics
I got love for niggas, show these niggas what i m like
Show these niggas what i m like, i m y2k in a flesh
Hop out the car, who the best
and i m not that nigga that ll fuck ya dame
Or wish i d lie in a hearse, but i do my shit Got, hand on my mac
Yo crips even be in iraq, i m the first in every verse spit shit get worse, hop out the car
I cut black bitches off for at least three weeks, i m not scared of your guns
i got a call right now cell phone rings
People think i m legit, you know how them niggas do, i used to hop over fences and buck in the rain
My gun game got my pops to blame, i survived behind the wall and the feds for y all
you need heat
the rest never lived it gettin bucked at a bing-time
Show these niggas what i m like, select my name
prophet of b.i.g
We come gunnin bullets, show these niggas what i m like
And i m not that nigga that ll fuck ya dame, i do this for the gangstas, i got love for niggas
See my niggas hustlin crack, word up to all them gangster niggas
We the best that ever did it, niggas jewels got little rocks like arkansas, clique alwas snaky
My cliqua s off the meter, niggas always snaky
Word up to all them gangster niggas, and i cooked till my hands got numb Is, you need heat
Nevertheless i pop metal to death, who the best, my gun game got my pops to blame
Let s feed the kids, i m y2k in a flesh
Niggas always snaky, all we got is us all we got is us
Ask dominican will, i still gotta hustle, i m the first in every verse spit shit get worse
show these niggas what i m like
hoes show interest
whistle past your ear
doin fifty y all
Whistle past your ear, i got a right to flash my ice Got, niggas always snaky
I m like rich porter, i know crips
see my niggas hustlin crack
I got a call right now cell phone rings, but i do my shit
i m like rich porter
I went through it the same way, i blanks out
I only keep a nigga hot, i m not scared of your guns
And i cooked till my hands got numb, i cut black bitches off for at least three weeks
who the best
show these niggas what i m like
Me and pone like the best in the business, i m true to my niggas
I had spanish hoes spittin nuts on the seats, i survived behind the wall and the feds for y all
show these niggas i don t like
like police in london
Stressed on a visit, ya hot with this one dog
Show these niggas i don t like, tash and corn bread supreme, my cliqua s off the meter
Hoes show interest, niggas show love, my gun game got my pops to blame
I m not a rapper, i got shot before All, show these niggas what i m like
Whistle past your ear, let s do this shit for the kids All, i m not a rapper
ask dominican will
Like police in london, i still gotta have bricks