[Chorus]
Ayy, all of my idols are rivals and opposition
He dont dance at the parties but bet he gon' flip and reverse it
When shots get to fuckin singing
Bodies sleep in the cold of the night
While the CIA sendin' the zionists, all the Stingers
If the truth is too difficult we can go Mr. Blonde on em
You dont gotta fuckin listen
Ever since adolescence, I knew of the plots and the plans
That enhanced all my malnutrition
Seen transaction of paraphernalia
That stained all the pots and the pans of my homie’s kitchen
Medicare wouldn’t help the conditions
That came as result of a prisoners dietician
If you feelin' a ache or pain, then you pop you a pilly and
Pray you keep fuckin livin'
[Verse]
Ayy
Niggas on the corners know a cop when he see one
Show it, better blow it, better up it and leave, son
Piggies never hesitate to squeal when you bleed one
Lawyer doin' numbers like Hakeem, will not leave
'Til he get them brothas and blocks free Wallahi
Pourin' out the 40 and Sake for my G’s
How can I sleep when fam around me cannot breathe?
Cut it out please, you are not that guy
You do not know strife, you are not that type
You the type of nigga that just scream real loud
When ya girl get snatched and ya mans wanna fight
Told you bring the strap in case nigga get scared
And he drops his fist and he grabs that pipe
He dont even aim for the niggas in the beef
If you take him out you might save a life
Death of a pig was my favorite sight
Grief of the fam be the main delight
Watch how they talk from the
Internet sayin' how they be built different and all the hype
I know some hittas that shoot through the webcam
IP addy, he stiff as a leg cramp
Know he aggy, his bitch with a better man
Ain't my block but I move like a veteran
Ayy, all of my idols are rivals and opposition
He dont dance at the parties but bet he gon' flip and reverse it
When shots get to fuckin singing
Bodies sleep in the cold of the night
While the CIA sendin' the zionists, all the Stingers
If the truth is too difficult we can go Mr. Blonde on em
You dont gotta fuckin listen
Ever since adolescence, I knew of the plots and the plans
That enhanced all my malnutrition
Seen transaction of paraphernalia
That stained all the pots and the pans of my homie’s kitchen
Medicare wouldn’t help the conditions
That came as result of a prisoners dietician
If you feelin' a ache or pain, then you pop you a pilly and
Pray you keep fuckin livin'
[Verse]
Ayy
Niggas on the corners know a cop when he see one
Show it, better blow it, better up it and leave, son
Piggies never hesitate to squeal when you bleed one
Lawyer doin' numbers like Hakeem, will not leave
'Til he get them brothas and blocks free Wallahi
Pourin' out the 40 and Sake for my G’s
How can I sleep when fam around me cannot breathe?
Cut it out please, you are not that guy
You do not know strife, you are not that type
You the type of nigga that just scream real loud
When ya girl get snatched and ya mans wanna fight
Told you bring the strap in case nigga get scared
And he drops his fist and he grabs that pipe
He dont even aim for the niggas in the beef
If you take him out you might save a life
Death of a pig was my favorite sight
Grief of the fam be the main delight
Watch how they talk from the
Internet sayin' how they be built different and all the hype
I know some hittas that shoot through the webcam
IP addy, he stiff as a leg cramp
Know he aggy, his bitch with a better man
Ain't my block but I move like a veteran
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