Tru 2 This

歌詞

You betta keep your vest on your chest when I flex Cause niggas be coming foul trying to put me to the test I know what's next, you wanna see if I'm a G to get my buck on Pistol grip to your dome while I gets my gauge on Looking at me like you looking at a J cat But stupid tricks ain't shit but hoodrats Laying up in the cuts for a kick back Looking for a nigga with some scrilla from the Fatt Sakk So now we on 3rd hella perved Swervin to the motherfucking curb off that herb And niggas be looking but I don't be trippin up off that punk shit Houses I be browsin, poppin bitch after bitch Flip the script as I blaze up a spliff with my nigga Richie Rich We hitting the town letting niggas know I shoots the gift You see me, I be from the Sucka Free And ain't a out of town G that can chuck with the Three hundred pound nigga from the mack bay I'm hitting switches, I'm blazing spliffs, I'm taking your bitches away To the top with my glock, your nigga can't be stopped So peep game while you waiting for my album to drop (Chorus) I'm so sick when it comes to this 1-8 to the 7 mic murdering shit I'm so sick with this Big Mack that nigga that's gonna rip the fucking stacks I'm so sick when it comes to this 1-8 to the 7 mic murdering shit I buck em buck em down with my gauge, I'm getting paid Big Mack, Fatt Sakk nigga peep the flav Rule motherfucking one, time to have some fun I blaze another J, smashin up the motherfucking way foo' I'm so sick with this, I'm so true to this I grab the mic and pop the clip and release this gangsta shit Yeah, I'm down with the Killahoe Steel toed boots with my troops knocking down your door Huh, so peep out this manuscript HP sucka free never trusting a bitch About my grip, yeah, I gots to keep my scrilla on My motherfucking money makes me put my chrome to your dome So now it's on and we up in my nigga's Benz J.C., Fly Nate, and my nigga Rich Droppin bombs on this fuck for your trunk So nigga blaze up the skunk and watch me tear shit up I'm like that nigga that don't give a fuck That nigga that'll snap your neck quick Don't trip, cause I'm mackin your bitch and stackin my grip Don't trip, cause I'm spitting shit and making hits Tearing up the strip with this Big Mack shit Yeah, just like the sound when my glock goes pop Peep game while you waiting for my album to drop (Chorus) I buck and dodge, I creep but I never crawl I start the funk cause I'm known as this town's dog Now it's the B-I-G, the M the A to the C You can never fuck around with this big Cuban beat, and uh Sucka mothafuckas betta pucker up These bitches on my team cause your nigga's checking green Uh, perpetrator, punk player hater You better grab your Tec before I regulate like Darth Vader For the playas, not the playa haters Ain't none of you got no game like me Ain't none of you got no flava, save a muthafuckin hoe And this is how we operate when we in the 'Sco Rippin off of indo, car full of blunt smoke Reaching for the window cause a nigga's about to choke But I take another hit before I get to pass Ain't trippin bout the paper but a nigga put in half (Chorus x2)