But I still can't let you pass me
three niggas with hoodies and bats
to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off
When we do our shit we do
While you take your money for your deal
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Then you can see me flyin'
hold our cliqa down for years
Gang not, but we been had
Niggas under the stairs only understand
You couldn't book me Dano,
see Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what nigga bring
You already know what it's about
when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get
Hearin' you out is senseless,
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't heard
You know about life after
Since me and my mi- dan can flip
Scri- dam the flow is forbidd- en
Either you ridin' or you dyin'
turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
your last joint double copper
You gettin' money or your runnin'
Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen,
That all y'all niggaz out there
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
But I still can't let you pass me
Before you think of keepin' me down,
The flow like water get deep
many niggas roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little
Your destiny is somethin' you
Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood
There's a lot of killers,
but who the hell are you to blame?
how the hell you take the pain?
My man had the thug in him did
Get married to the game but never
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes divides,
war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and
Only a blind dove'll fall in love
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats,
analyzin', my size and your size and
Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines, I must pop nines
nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks,
Sold by soldiers that mix
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts
with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Imagine what they stash is like,
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ul- cer,
look how many gats I brung
Break both your legs you're movin' slow- mo,
Nine hundred and ninety six grams,