For Sale

If it's on then it's on
I'm on my DMX shit
I let my bullets do the talking
And watch you bleed like a bitch
My name is K-Lo
For those who don't know
I'm at your peep hole
Big bad wolf, peep my gat
And watch the shit blow
I'm aiming for the tittle
I'm like David in bible
Mama told me grab a stone
And beat that head into alignment
If that heads tuff
My nigga I gets gully
I'm a full grown bully
Busting shots like I was Curry
I pay myself, no lacking bitch
I aim for the wealth
That gang shit is played out
Lame tuck there flags for there health
I'm on my new shit, new money
Bet I need a new bitch, new whip
To ride around the city
To catch a new vic
I know I'm crazy my nigga
Don't try to play me
Been trapped in jungle
Starving like I lived in Haiti
Niggas is the bitches, bitches is the niggas
Twilight zone, niggas rolling with the snitches like huh
God damn my nigga
Shit where the weed at
I don't get the throne
Then it's fuck it
Don't really need that I'm grinding, I mean that
I'm focus on the paper
If I ever go broke, bitch
I'll pop up on you later
Ain't a nigga dead or alive
That's iller then me
You bleed, I bleed
Fuck I look like taking a knee
Me cop to what, bitch
I ain't taking the plea
I tell a judge to suck my dick
Now that's my freedom of speech
It's always money over bitches, when it comes to the streets
It's survival of the fittest
Doubt me just ask Meek
New year, new tears
Bullets, body bags
For the reaper
New whips, new chicks
Can't trust a bitch, why keep her

When they all for sale
Want a bitch get a bag nigga
They all for sale
I got them guns in the stash nigga
They all for sale
Fuck the weed pass the cash nigga
When they all for sale
Want a bitch get a bag nigga
They all for sale
I got them guns in the stash nigga
They all for sale
Fuck the weed pass the cash nigga
They all for sale
I'm on that ass fuck the mask nigga

Bitch I'm bout my money
So miss me with the bullshit
Start making dough and watch em
Switch like Alpo quick
Like O shit
Homie I put you on
You on some cold shit
He like no bitch
I'm only getting half I want the whole brick
I'm so sick
When it comes to that heavy metal
Leave more then nine shells
In that ass before I hit the petal
On some hom-mo shit
Catch you at your mama house slipping
Straight demolish shit
Hit you and your mama plus the kitten
I'm a prophet it's written
Your bitch I got her smitten
She chasing begging
Handing me cheese
The fuck you thinking
I get in where I fit in
Preaching what I've been given
Creeping with loyal chicks who suck dick
Only on the weekends, like hold on
Your man broke he can't afford to feed ya
You scamming on my chips
So where I fuck is where I'll leave ya
I'm looking for a independent nice senorita
With a fat little booty hard to smash she's a keeper
I swear

When they all for sale
Want a bitch get a bag nigga
They all for sale
I got them guns in the stash nigga
They all for sale
Fuck the weed pass the cash nigga
When they all for sale
Want a bitch get a bag nigga
They all for sale
I got them guns in the stash nigga
They all for sale
Fuck the weed pass the cash nigga
They all for sale
I'm on that ass fuck the mask nigga



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Writer(s): Howard Peterkin
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