SP Killer, L O X, L O X, motherfucker Niggas, don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits, none of that shit We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered Half of the hustle, half of them killers All of them niggas wanna kill Paniro Better send the guerrilla's 'Cause beef is like a brand new car You better ride, every time I sleep I die Wish I was gone, felt dumb when I was young I used to wish I was on I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head Niggas thinkin' they the don, 'til they shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm, 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest, the last one in your head I give you the whole clip like you cheated an' stole shit Knocked off the pack, flossed an' no chips You know the business Empty rap kill your co-defendant Keep it male an' catch a body in trial If you want a nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles Come with 2 guns up an' empty both off the clips Kill you whole fuckin' crew an' go 'n smoke on the fifth We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack One pair of clothes, 2 hoes an' buggy with that Wanna beef me? Y'all niggas is borrowin' heat Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound Meanwhile, this nigga got his guns to your noggin' While your man with the heat Is with some bitch up in the project He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance You should have spent it on some guns instead of Iceberg pants What? L O X off top, pullin' our triggers With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali niggers Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers 'Stead of young, dumb your moms an' whoever she got with her There's a new-born in the house, then I'm killin' the babysitter Y'all niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes Your moms would wear glasses With the nose disguise around me talkin' greasy Y'all like watermelons, big but crack easy We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered Now if you know Jay, I never been a brother to front I be in L.A., wearin' any colors I want Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk An' I put somethin' hot in anyone of you chumps An' I know a few of you wanna get my watch But it a be funeral if you get my watch It ain't nothin' y'all can do to stop the Lox wealth Run up in a gun store, cop the top shelf The Crack game is dead, all they want is weed now Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown Ice down, in my roll look like night town To all y'all, lil' Jada's for the 1000th time I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes An' just because you might have seen me In an' out of your house Is no way that she gon' have a baby out of her mouth We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver, semi-automatic an' a P.G. Hooptie getaway, driver breathe easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered, what? © JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; SHEEK LOUCHION; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; PANIRO'S PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com