did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke
soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch Chorus(2x) Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga
thug nigga crew (It's whatever nigga, it's whatever) Ya heard me!?? [Weebie] I fuck with these thug niggaz, just not givin a fuck nigga Get lower then a
t a mutha fuckin Italian, but my crew run like the Mafia, Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water, an me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit, met a couple
a horse the rider was lost For want of a rider the battle was lost For want of a battle the kingdom was lost And all for the want of a horse shoe There is a
wanna see me live, so you wanted me hit, c'mon [Chorus] [A.G.] The Dirty Don is the dirt that'll rock the party Mr. Mudd will rock the party A.G. is
why these rappers act so wild They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin The gods said drop em a line like a fisherman My only rule of thumb is to
a gangster and you confessing you kill a nigger on record (You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps) You a stupid matcher fucker (Gangster, gangster
[Chorus: x2] Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch Got to get up & make it happen if not then you'se a bitch Complaining & whining
Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies It'll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides All I can say is save some space for me
, we let it go on the track And the whole fact is y'all niggaz know that you whack And we don't give a FUCK if you sold a lot of plaques [Chorus]
do a lotta cursin Strapped down with automatics on they person With attitudes like: 'I don't give a fuck about you Cause you don't give a fuck about me
forever Think a click fuckin with this man whatever [Chorus: Sacario] Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that dough, you don't need a
get your fact straight But act fake and end up bendin' from back brakes A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face I can't let him live Crashed up
photo shoot look like a Tevin Campbell album cover Chillin' in Tampa Bay, 100 degrees with a ski mask A dirty desperado type of nigga (believe dat) My man J-Zone made a
least resistance Cause when the beat is finished I still continue rhyming With the breakthrough shit like I'm divin into hymen Logic is a sick fuck who
bastard be the baddest over a beat With battery acid in glasses and labeled as incomplete [Verse 2: Open Mic] You take back on the rack like a Lex Luger
the sky is gone A 16 of mine murder your entire song 9M submachine is long like your entire arm I'm a loud mouth fucka not a quiet storm I don't believe