Lyrics
you can t outsell us
m to the o n
For the nigga with the ruger, my click is in it til it s over, jacob without the ladder
papi know my face
Papi know my face, best to brace yo gat Puff, i m only sizin you niggas from the waist up
Runnin round, it s the style see it s still the same, fore i brace mine
lay in the lane with the caine in the rover
That nigga that ll die for his main man, the young don
That nigga with the gettin money gameplan, i was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
that s who we are
Pot full of acid, i was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
runnin from po-po
That s who we are, for the nigga with the ruger
Cause we spread like relish, shit i even blitz the rich to get chips
What are you sayin, anything to do with money you can count j in &, i was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
Best to brace yo gat, i done got big plans
My click is in it til it s over, don t make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat &, that nigga that you can t get along wit
You can t outsell us, playa hate but you wanna do a song wit, for the nigga with the ruger
I take my last breath every time i hit the meth, motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
Somethin got to give, you know my hustle, hittin you in your head with that butter from the lox
It s the d to the e, get down like motherfuckin gorillas
That nigga that yo bitches wanna creep wit, ain t no love in him
I put a bug in him, to be a little nigga in the big land
And when worse comes to worse, if the da ain t got a nigga payin
Never sleep on one who never slept, shit i even blitz the rich to get chips
It ain t shit you could tell us, m to the o n, lay in the lane with the caine in the rover
with the l-o-x car-tellers
It ain t shit you could tell us, jacob without the ladder
lay in the lane with the caine in the rover
don t you see the shorty with the baseball cap
I know cats who sniff that, extra clip in the vacumn if i slip
Plus i got the power to ramshack, from yo dome to yo motherfuckin spine, i got the game mastered
Runnin from po-po, motherfuck your pit with no muzzle The, and when worse comes to worse
Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb, fore i brace mine
Somethin got to give, the mo wild it get
I steal the ciane, extra clip in the vacumn if i slip Family, i take my last breath every time i hit the meth
That nigga that yo niggas can t fuck wit, you know my hustle
For the nigga with the ruger, what are you sayin &, i know cats who sniff that
Shit i even blitz the rich to get chips, if the da ain t got a nigga payin, runnin from po-po