mentality got from my pops And saints, bustin' back in '90 hope you got from the shots Put it down for the town and I gang wit us St. Louis did it derty
The city of killers, dope dealers and still we Chill like players, and like pimps Mack all hoes and slap all simps The big badass, I'm from the dangerous crew I just hang with the gang
where it came from but it just stuck with us we was always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer it was like 90
suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang
Looks like rain Sittin down in my crackhouse, earnin my pay It's the Southwest Jugglette claimin' Del Ray Violent J I'm known by the gang squad and police
control Steady slappin' off the California highway patrol Rockin a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus Full of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90
back For the other man to mack Now the story that I'm kickin' is glory Little rock where they be Dockin' this boat No hope I'm shackled Plus gang tackled
a bit of that knock indeed ya caca bean tech gonna eat you wit them hits with some motherfucking robber beans running them away like tyrus straight gang
i'll juss miss ya cant ride wit my female cause he look talkin bout buta skin skinny thing had long pretty eyes so am i body givin detail we bail to the crib we yellin gang
thorough Borough to borough, flew me through this white world From Columbia then she moved to Canada Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her Met her in '90
Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang, let's go We make hits in the studio nightly We
Baby, baby Ya like that Make it ruff Naw, make it smooth I make niggas say woof 'cause I'm in the coupe with no roof Ya smell like somethin' 90-proof
i'm pissing in a cup, what the fuck they found weed in my system, i told my girl i was quitting they sent me back to san quentin for 90 days did my time
ear... And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs... And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs... And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
Another loss on they record, them broke niggas insane Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang Talking down on my name, so I'
Minutes had a special on me The god called Crack is killin your society Colombia is where I get picked I can kill with a 90-10 split I work through the
nothin must be the reasen why your kinds dont know your papi cause your a player want to be a rapper but your slopi i ven tested is time to retaliet im 90
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