La Cosa Nostra

He know he owe us but he told us get it in blood money
Nigga you stupid you know we da army for anybody nigga start a war
Oh you was serious when you told us to take the wat and leave da money
Dont worry I was only playing I told my shootas not to hit the target
Tired of deez 69 ass niggas
The trenchez impress em too much
Dont pull out that camera in here bitch you trippin
Im not accepting petty fuck ups
I really dont fuck wit too many niggas
I think I done fucked too many bitches
That's why deez bitches save me under streets
So I accept it imma beast
Sheets
Scratchin me up as I dig in her deeper she want the seed
Please
Baby you know I cant give you my soul
Imma different breed
Baby just squeeze for me
Learn this oath and I'll bleed for you Law
Neva do treason
Show me you Royal loyal I make sure we eating

That nigga bluffin he dont got no hittas I sweah to God
He think the shit he do and say dont come to the office
He lunchin we Larry Mob
Dont get it fucked up wit da 720
Niggas slice it In half for you
I told my shootas to wait for the signal when I give the signal you betta move
Purge

He say its up then its moon walks
Mike Jack All black zippers on the sneaky designers no artificial
Feet be bloody when you walk in the trenchez and jungles the rain red in drama city
Babies dyin muvas crying
Crackas bluffin in the city and trump allow it
I put a bag on a cracka head
Dem niggas green bae
Assault em wit rifles the cannon like Brett Favre
But the choppa go Aaron Rogers
I had to run up a bag and get my mind off a bitch
Bitches gon come wit the money
They think im funny like kevin
I told her bitch I may be tarded like kevin
When im in the pussy I think im in heaven
But I can neva go confess to reverend
That nigga might tell on me
Naw for real
That nigga might tell on me
Dont go and tell on me
I just gave a opp a buck 50
That nigga slimey
That nigga grimey
That nigga broke the code on my muva
Shawty be runnin his mouf and he act like it dont get back to me
I make it a tragedy
This shit is chess if you eva play checkers wit a Gangsta
Nigga you boutta lose
I gotta do it for jojo
I gotta do it for jo marie
I gotta do it for willie G
Grandma she got me that's Mary G
I had to run up some racks
That's on my brother
My mother
I put in pain nigga
I dun went insane nigga
They dun took mac look
Spin on a opp I dont twirl
Niggas confessin da block sins
Fuck is you doin my nigga
He wrote a statement we blocked him

That nigga bluffin he dont got no hittas I sweah to God
He think the shit he do and say dont come to the office he lunchin we Larry Mob
Dont get it fucked up wit the 720 Niggas slice it In half for you
I told my shootas to wait for the signal when I give the signal you betta move
PURGE



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Writer(s): Jamelle Stewart
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