Widow Maker
Not Famous Boyz
(Viper)
On gang look
Big stepper
Aye
I am not a wrestler
Gave him 5 out the F
Oh shit I'm Brock Lesnar
Pop up on a nigga
On gang
Like the Undertaker
Chris Brown gimme that
All of my niggas takers
When we in LA
We smoking on that risk taker
Billy Western got a kick back
This a wrist breaker
Nigga gon catch every pass
I am not Baker
Hit him in his chest with this shit
It's a Widow Maker
Hit him in his chest with this shit
It's a Widow Maker
Said she don't wanna bust dates
I am not gon make her
Had to cut her off
Only want a bitch about her paper
Nah I am not just a P
I'm a bitch breaker
Akron nigga balling in LA
I feel like a Laker
Asked the homie where he from
He said he is not a banger
But niggas always on the net
Throwing up they fingers
Nigga thought that we was boutta box
This ain't Jerry Springer
When a nigga turn down your block
You won't see no blinker
Came thru and sprayed the block down
Like a fucking sprinkler
Hit him in his head
Aw damn
Knocked off his thinker
Gang came through cleaned up they block
With the street sweeper
Onna blade in a fit
Sharper than a meat cleaver
Bitch came through with the fee
Boutta feet bleed her
No I'm not a family guy
Yo bitch boutta eat Peter
Then I kick her out
Cause on gang I don't need her
Damn
Nigga got a cold
In this bitch though and shit though
That ain't stopping shit though
Four double oh
You already know
How I'm coming
Nigga rep the gang everywhere I go
D-12
Aye
Whole gang Shady
I'm the one balling in this bitch
Feel like McGrady
Hit a nigga with that Karo
Got him acting lazy
Hit a nigga ex girlfriend
Got him acting crazy
I don't want the bitch
Can have her back
Just gotta pay me
Off this mud Dirty Dancing
Feeling like Patrick Swayze
Told that lil bitch chill out
You is not my Baby
Gon and let it go
Lil bitch you a bag lady
Ain't gotta choke a bitch
Nah nigga I ain't Wayne Brady
The way I'm throwing bullets
You would think I was Tom Brady
Shot him in his face
Aw damn
I'm Dick Cheney
I'm the nigga with the Power now
Feel like Michael Rainey
Aw damn
Turned him to a Ghost
Gang with me OT right now
We doing the most
Nigga said that he want smoke
Turned his ass to toast
And if he want beef then we
Turning his ass to roast
Aye nigga on four double oh
Bitch I rep the gang everywhere
That I fucking go
(Viper)
On gang look
Big stepper
Aye
I am not a wrestler
Gave him 5 out the F
Oh shit I'm Brock Lesnar
Pop up on a nigga
On gang
Like the Undertaker
Chris Brown gimme that
All of my niggas takers
When we in LA
We smoking on that risk taker
Billy Western got a kick back
This a wrist breaker
Nigga gon catch every pass
I am not Baker
Hit him in his chest with this shit
It's a Widow Maker
Hit him in his chest with this shit
It's a Widow Maker
Said she don't wanna bust dates
I am not gon make her
Had to cut her off
Only want a bitch about her paper
Nah I am not just a P
I'm a bitch breaker
Akron nigga balling in LA
I feel like a Laker
Asked the homie where he from
He said he is not a banger
But niggas always on the net
Throwing up they fingers
Nigga thought that we was boutta box
This ain't Jerry Springer
When a nigga turn down your block
You won't see no blinker
Came thru and sprayed the block down
Like a fucking sprinkler
Hit him in his head
Aw damn
Knocked off his thinker
Gang came through cleaned up they block
With the street sweeper
Onna blade in a fit
Sharper than a meat cleaver
Bitch came through with the fee
Boutta feet bleed her
No I'm not a family guy
Yo bitch boutta eat Peter
Then I kick her out
Cause on gang I don't need her
Damn
Nigga got a cold
In this bitch though and shit though
That ain't stopping shit though
Four double oh
You already know
How I'm coming
Nigga rep the gang everywhere I go
D-12
Aye
Whole gang Shady
I'm the one balling in this bitch
Feel like McGrady
Hit a nigga with that Karo
Got him acting lazy
Hit a nigga ex girlfriend
Got him acting crazy
I don't want the bitch
Can have her back
Just gotta pay me
Off this mud Dirty Dancing
Feeling like Patrick Swayze
Told that lil bitch chill out
You is not my Baby
Gon and let it go
Lil bitch you a bag lady
Ain't gotta choke a bitch
Nah nigga I ain't Wayne Brady
The way I'm throwing bullets
You would think I was Tom Brady
Shot him in his face
Aw damn
I'm Dick Cheney
I'm the nigga with the Power now
Feel like Michael Rainey
Aw damn
Turned him to a Ghost
Gang with me OT right now
We doing the most
Nigga said that he want smoke
Turned his ass to toast
And if he want beef then we
Turning his ass to roast
Aye nigga on four double oh
Bitch I rep the gang everywhere
That I fucking go
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