MountainDew
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- 4. Januar 2004
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yo,we ridin spinners, 2 tha liquer store
i'm above the constitution, thats the toller Typ law
when i'm on tha trigga, ya poised to death?
loced out gangster, yo avoid to breath
cuz i'm comin' 4 ya wit' a harpoon
that's how it goes, thatz no cartoon
if ya dog won't bite, ya feed em wit da gat
ya dogs ain't right, so i beat ya click 2 death
remember back in days, i ripped up shit
i'm smiking dope since i'm 10n cuz imma stick up kid
yeah, i'm livin' straight, **** tha n.y. state
califron i.a. westcoast, tha bay
you claim 2 be a toller Typ but ya white as snow
don't match wit us, u get ya white ass blowed
i'm tha tightest loc, you'll ever see
claim 2 be ruff but you never be
all ya buster ass babys, underwhelm me
u say 'keep it gangster' but u never was a G
but acting like a OG, ya'll phonies know me
cause stress an you get, slashed by my homies
don't feign to be ghetto when your from tha middle class
get ya scholarship, but i hit ya little ass
u can find me on tha street, i have shit to sell
cheat and u getta free trip to hell
a thug's life's able to make u insane
so i'm wearin' tha white crown 2 sniff away the pain
don't hate the player hate the game, destined to lose
real players gamble n'sip gin and juice
i let my rims cruice, yo 50 you made it
self made pussy wit tha shit we created
ya g-unit jankeys, can't be ruff
i pull out my strap, 9 bullets, ain't enough
i'm above the constitution, thats the toller Typ law
when i'm on tha trigga, ya poised to death?
loced out gangster, yo avoid to breath
cuz i'm comin' 4 ya wit' a harpoon
that's how it goes, thatz no cartoon
if ya dog won't bite, ya feed em wit da gat
ya dogs ain't right, so i beat ya click 2 death
remember back in days, i ripped up shit
i'm smiking dope since i'm 10n cuz imma stick up kid
yeah, i'm livin' straight, **** tha n.y. state
califron i.a. westcoast, tha bay
you claim 2 be a toller Typ but ya white as snow
don't match wit us, u get ya white ass blowed
i'm tha tightest loc, you'll ever see
claim 2 be ruff but you never be
all ya buster ass babys, underwhelm me
u say 'keep it gangster' but u never was a G
but acting like a OG, ya'll phonies know me
cause stress an you get, slashed by my homies
don't feign to be ghetto when your from tha middle class
get ya scholarship, but i hit ya little ass
u can find me on tha street, i have shit to sell
cheat and u getta free trip to hell
a thug's life's able to make u insane
so i'm wearin' tha white crown 2 sniff away the pain
don't hate the player hate the game, destined to lose
real players gamble n'sip gin and juice
i let my rims cruice, yo 50 you made it
self made pussy wit tha shit we created
ya g-unit jankeys, can't be ruff
i pull out my strap, 9 bullets, ain't enough
