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Rock the
the beat

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

up, all the homies bang
Round up all the locs, high as the sky
and mash your body, just another day
Real high until your ain't reached for the sky
This quarter of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change
So fuck where you

Semi-automatic blast a herb
When I trip then, then the clip
Not a fuck is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we hallows
And I'm first to launch off the hallow nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure right I unload the forty-four

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel
Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga older
And another gift from a lick to a cheap trick
All a nigga get 'cause it get

Overnight flight to the top, first
Miss got a nice ass, fast as you want to be
Lady just follow me, I'm a G
Team Kurupt

Straight a fuck, I will make a tick know what's up
up, finish up when I bust a nut
I'm in your girl's guts screaming, her feining
Had to put on my team, fuck

Mack-a-jack the checkered flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

We the killings, don't be playin' the plots
Come around here, you get shot
Me and my motherfucking run the block
Pop, pop one of homies drop

I told y'all niggas never come here
'Cause motherfuckers don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard the day to dark
Like the fourth of July when the spark

Always knew what I to see
And that's having paper, next to G's
Ain't nothing but killers hanging me
any nigga who steppin' left to me

So soon take your shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch
Never thought it happen but it did, you trick
niggas can't fuck with this

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on