crip hop

Who the best mc on the west by far it's me
And my car is a continental g
Am abroad in a continental suite
With the amadel rolling up dutches like that mother fucker
Who got beef with the king click-clack mother fucker
Let them bullet burn u six pack mother fucker
Keep check mother fucker when you come to captain
Get the mag mother fucker when you come to confess
When I walk through time square, hold my johnson
I cross thousand Jada, make a run through yakios
I got the blocks like the locks and this blocks like to pop and nigga I like to watch
So roll over, you can die with your jewlery
First nigga take the stance and testify, he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a tean to leonard to prosecute so the DA budge
I got niggas that rob for a grand so handle my rock like herald man you can die where you stand
You got his back, you can die with your man
Or run now, I will let jog for about thirty seconds then you gunned down
Yeah nigga
Aftermath mother fucker
Joe B is in the game
Somebody better hallo
Hey look here, you better call the police nigga
The kids them broke out the fucking day care men
You all niggas better watch it
O3 aftermath who fucking with us
If it ain't rudekid we not spitting on it
Suck my dick holla

Can't forget Mike Larry, aftermath
Dr.dre, m, the whole shady crew
Southern pop



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Kevin Gilliam, Donald Smith, Tracy Davis, Mary Brockert, Keiwan Spielman, Allan Mcgrier
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