Shut Up

Boy you better watch your mouth
This bitch got a hundred shots in it
Twin just might pick you off cause he wit me wrong or right nigga
New Jack City shit pulling up spinning on a motor bike nigga
I done got filthy rich and a nigga talking bout over night nigga.

But it's whatever
Fuck all that talking I'm sparking that metal
Bitch I'm keeping my foot on they neck I can't let up
I'm sincere but I feel I relate more than Tommy
I'm just sayin how I feel I know this is not Belly
Give me 50 feet for you get 2 in the belly
Twin got 50 each and he keep 2 by the belly
But I told my nigga dont worry just chill
Remember them lil niggas they been out following them
They're under strict order
Keep distance dont bother them
Check this out listen
Need you to go and get dawg that you told me about that be doing what we talked bout yesterday
We'll do it later I ain't tryna make a mess today
Make sure you tell the lady make sure she hit the Mexican
And get the addy to the pussy nigga next to kin
Its obvious that the streets wasn't meant for him
Niggas be gangsta until niggas pull up wit all the artillery
tha tha that had da
Wilding out yellin out who wanna go to war
Got me feeling like I'm Tony Montana
Shawty geekin on Hanna Montana
Don't move one word he gone hit ya whole family
Come thru spin the curb let it rip do damage
ha haaaa

Boy you better watch your mouth
This bitch got a hundred shots in it
Twin just might pick you off cause he wit me wrong or right nigga
New Jack City shit pulling up spinning on a motor bike nigga
I done got filthy rich and a nigga talkin bout over night nigga

Boy you better watch your mouth
This bitch got a hundred shots in it
Twin just might pick you off cause he wit me wrong or right nigga
New Jack City shit pulling up spinning on a motor bike nigga
I done got filthy rich and a nigga talkin bout over night nigga



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Writer(s): Torrance Stroman
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