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Ay, he think he Big Mitch, Larry Hoover.
Flippinâ work got him hit with the Ruger.
Chasinâ dough, tryna make a pizza pimp.
Now his brainâs blown - tomato sauce on a deep dish.
We invincible till we get made invisible.
This here is not difficult, everybody is killable.
You in these streets everyday while the world turn.
Thatâll put you in the ground like an earthworm
See in this concrete jungle Satan is the zookeeper.
Put us on display and turn our pain to entertainment bruh.
Rappers manufacture stories, they ainât never lived at all.
Then our children listen, emulate it, just so they can ball?
Nah I ainât sayinâ a goon ainât got the 9 on him.
Whip work, surge to the fiend so he can shine on em.
Buy that clean Chevy Biscayne just to flaunt it
Till he get hit with a Mac with no Apple on it
You say you in the kitchen steady whippinâ âbout to make a killinâ
Streets stack money to the ceiling, boy thatâll
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
You going hard for that paper, stuntinâ on them haters
Guarantee itâll happen now or later, boy you gonâ
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
Now you can catch him on the block, even when itâs hot
Got enough rocks to make, gravel parking lots
He on top, bet he ainât gonâ stop
Donât play with his guap, you know thatâll get you shot
His attitude like, forget you pay me
No iPhone, sling birds like they angry
Watch him get it, whip whip whip it
Plenty flour in the kitchen, but he ainât cookinâ chicken
Till them folks kick in the door, tell him run me all that dough
And all that work, and all that perk is coming with me boy fo sho
What he holdinâ he cocking and start poppinâ
Till that chopper turn his watermelon into fruit salad
Now what did he gain from all that hustlinâ
Gave his whole life to the streets and got nothing
Pride will turn a fool into a G
Thatâs why you think like it wonât happen to me
You say you in the kitchen steady whippinâ âbout to make a killinâ
Streets stack money to the ceiling, boy thatâll
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
You going hard for that paper, statin on them haters
Guarantee itâll happen now or later, boy you gonâ
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
Get your head bust, merked, get your head bust, merked
- Album:
- Dying to Live
- Redemption
- Black Out
- Black Out Instrumentals
- X2012
- Hold Me Down
- Murder Swag
- PSA, Volume 2
- PSA, Volume 1
- Before I Die
- Be a Pro, Vol. 2
- Real Grown Biz
- The Man, the Myth, the Gift
- The World Ends: Afro Rock & Psychedelia in 1970s Nigeria
- Blacky Joe
- My Name Is Pro (The Introduction)
- Overtime
- Hold Me Down - Single