[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Intro]
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom, Sabrina Jackson
God bless her soul
We gon' get it on in here; nothing but real shit
[Verse 1]
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty no more; shorty be wil'ing
Shorty adolescent ass belong on the island
I went from riding big wheels to wanting to be a big Willy
Found interest in drug dealers and cold-hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by showing them love
And they killed her
Some friends never came to pay respects, so fuck Hilda
You know how friends do friends - like Tony did Manolo
The type of fast shit that Henry did in Good Fellas
Some snakes don't show up to weights cause they backs is yellow
When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team
See, niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme
For all you slow muthafuckers, I'mma break it down iller
See, 'Preme was a business man - you guess who the killer
Remember? He used to push the bulletproof BM (uh huh)
His hair'll get you seasick; I sat back and peeped shit
They roll with E-Z Wider, and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects working for fifty or five hundred
What about bug, who trade and them niggas had cheese?
In the late 80s push Mercedes
And Maseratis, kept reserved spaces at the horse races
Where they met Columbian connections like Lucho and Mariella
Then bookoo bucks on the horses; they used to cook and flip bricks
Faster than the jet flip flap jack and pack gats
Niggas said Ds was dipping, burned his face with acid
'Til this day, they would say the mothefucker's gasted
[Intro]
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom, Sabrina Jackson
God bless her soul
We gon' get it on in here; nothing but real shit
[Verse 1]
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty no more; shorty be wil'ing
Shorty adolescent ass belong on the island
I went from riding big wheels to wanting to be a big Willy
Found interest in drug dealers and cold-hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by showing them love
And they killed her
Some friends never came to pay respects, so fuck Hilda
You know how friends do friends - like Tony did Manolo
The type of fast shit that Henry did in Good Fellas
Some snakes don't show up to weights cause they backs is yellow
When you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team
See, niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme
For all you slow muthafuckers, I'mma break it down iller
See, 'Preme was a business man - you guess who the killer
Remember? He used to push the bulletproof BM (uh huh)
His hair'll get you seasick; I sat back and peeped shit
They roll with E-Z Wider, and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects working for fifty or five hundred
What about bug, who trade and them niggas had cheese?
In the late 80s push Mercedes
And Maseratis, kept reserved spaces at the horse races
Where they met Columbian connections like Lucho and Mariella
Then bookoo bucks on the horses; they used to cook and flip bricks
Faster than the jet flip flap jack and pack gats
Niggas said Ds was dipping, burned his face with acid
'Til this day, they would say the mothefucker's gasted
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