LIFE OF CRIMÈ II - Part 2
Put cheese on his head wisconsin
I'm a made n like bumpy johnson
Put a hole in his head now he conscious
Third eye he not woke
N said he want smoke but he choked
This choppa sing murder she wrote
Gang activity overtime, that's my definition of goat
I swap the a with the with the o
Either way it go me and my n on go
I live a life of crime
These n be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n i ain't got no time
I can't stand with these bitch n like i ain't got no spine (Life of crime)
I live a life of crime
I ain't about to waste you're time
Most these n be lying
Most these n ain't sliding
Most these n ain't slime
When it's smoke these n be hiding
I go to war with this chop ch-ch choppa mode
Wac-wac whack-a-mole
Hit him in his head i got a hole in one
Send him to god I'm the holy one
Send him to god he the chosen one
Don kel that's a one of one these n fake they my fucking sons
All on line with all them fucking guns but when he died he ain't have one
Damn how that shit work? damn how that shit go?
Nah that's not how this shit go these n beefing all over bitches
Playing both sides like hoes
These n damn near switching
Can't pop that shut with me
All my n they henchmen
Put cheese on his head wisconsin
I'm a made n like bumpy johnson
Put a hole in his head now he conscious
Third eye he not woke
N said he want smoke but he choked
This choppa sing murder she wrote
Gang activity overtime, that's my definition of goat
I swap the a with the with the o
Either way it go me and my n on go
I live a life of crime
These n be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n i ain't got no time
I can't stand with these bitch n like i ain't got no spine (Life of crime)
Yea this be that chop music (That chop music)
Can't help but to chop shit i'm in that chop mode
Like èl chapo n yea i'm the top boss
Don't put your nose in our business n
Cause i'ma chop it off
Bands on his head zack randolph
Make a n flip yea this shotgun sawed off
Heard that boy hiding where's waldo?
If the tab right then he gone by tomorrow
Send a hit to b he'll be gone by tomorrow
Navy seals shit we gone wet him up
Safety first masked up, man down
Button up cross his arms, it's over with
I'm a made n like bumpy johnson
Put a hole in his head now he conscious
Third eye he not woke
N said he want smoke but he choked
This choppa sing murder she wrote
Gang activity overtime, that's my definition of goat
I swap the a with the with the o
Either way it go me and my n on go
I live a life of crime
These n be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n i ain't got no time
I can't stand with these bitch n like i ain't got no spine (Life of crime)
I live a life of crime
I ain't about to waste you're time
Most these n be lying
Most these n ain't sliding
Most these n ain't slime
When it's smoke these n be hiding
I go to war with this chop ch-ch choppa mode
Wac-wac whack-a-mole
Hit him in his head i got a hole in one
Send him to god I'm the holy one
Send him to god he the chosen one
Don kel that's a one of one these n fake they my fucking sons
All on line with all them fucking guns but when he died he ain't have one
Damn how that shit work? damn how that shit go?
Nah that's not how this shit go these n beefing all over bitches
Playing both sides like hoes
These n damn near switching
Can't pop that shut with me
All my n they henchmen
Put cheese on his head wisconsin
I'm a made n like bumpy johnson
Put a hole in his head now he conscious
Third eye he not woke
N said he want smoke but he choked
This choppa sing murder she wrote
Gang activity overtime, that's my definition of goat
I swap the a with the with the o
Either way it go me and my n on go
I live a life of crime
These n be capping in rhymes
I can't fuck with these bitch n i ain't got no time
I can't stand with these bitch n like i ain't got no spine (Life of crime)
Yea this be that chop music (That chop music)
Can't help but to chop shit i'm in that chop mode
Like èl chapo n yea i'm the top boss
Don't put your nose in our business n
Cause i'ma chop it off
Bands on his head zack randolph
Make a n flip yea this shotgun sawed off
Heard that boy hiding where's waldo?
If the tab right then he gone by tomorrow
Send a hit to b he'll be gone by tomorrow
Navy seals shit we gone wet him up
Safety first masked up, man down
Button up cross his arms, it's over with
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