I'm
Ritchie, I'm
Ritchie boy, let's do it,
let's do it, ha, ha
You got the boy, the boy
Fizzy
Marley in the belly
Listen, listen
Yeah man, we be jammin'
Come through in the old
school slammin'
In my trunk, is a cannon
If it's funk, I leave no man standin'
Stop the streets of the soul like
Ressie
Hammond
Go strong to the hole like
Ed
O 'Bannon
In the sea with the lemons,
just me and some women
Big bucks stretch the fuck out
they jeans and they denim
I always get my backing on,
yes I keep it cracking on
When it's funk I'm cracking domes,
block up and I'm smashing on
Yo, yo, they say they love you
cause they fear you, yo
Or maybe cause they hear
my record on the radio
Yo, yo, and if they ever try to play me, no
I stop the music,
grab my tooth and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
Each blow cry nigga,
I smoke weed in the seaguy
Always on the road,
keep what I need off in the geeze -eye
We send you off in
E -I, you wretched little boy scum
Fuck you off nights over ice
and smoke an other blunt
Y 'all know me, real boy, I do it boy
Especially on that fluid,
guaranteed to fuck your mood, boy
Smith and
West, mad, him there in the
E -class
Every time you see me, you see three bad
B -chads
Got connections with the cook,
and I smoke and grow cheese
Got two all -schools,
and they both on
Gordy's
I's a true, for real player,
know what hoes need
Leave blood clots leaking like
a fuckin' nosebleed
They say they love you
cause they fear you, yo
Or maybe cause they hear
my record on the radio
Yo, yo, and if they ever try to play me, yo
I'll stop the music,
grab my tool and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wro te
Informer speak on
Mr.
Marlenium, it's gonna be murder
Oi, the
Don, doubt if a million would fully chop us off,
yeah, and then we get further
D -Boys, crooked cop badmins,
lowlifes and ruffians
If I hold the rocket launcher like
Cresadas,
Pakistan
Boy, one love for nobody,
me got cuddies, fuck a friend and fuck a bitch
I kick her in the ass with psycho
Timberlands, understand
Like
King
Kong with me, lay down me
Mack
Cannon
At the rate my mafia going,
might see me on
CNN
For putting fire on
Pope
Babylon
Don't let no devils win
And don't let no suckers play
We fully kill you where you
They say they love you
cause they fear you,
Or maybe cause they hear
my record on the radio
Yo, yo, but if they ever try
to play me though
I'll stop the music,
grab my tool and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
This ain't a love song, it's murder that I wrote
I'll