f*** Dirty Money... Child Molesting, Snitching, Lying Bastards.
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Story behind the song
Once again...them haters
Lyrics
I run these streets man fuck what you say
I'm all about a dollar man gotta to get paid
stacking my money these haters gone hate
fucking with my paper that's yo first mistake
I'm larger than life but we can both die tonight
don't second guess it's fatal I suggest you think twice
a young thug and a gangsta and I truly mean that
I done traveled so far man it ain't no turning back
I'm on this road and it ain't straight and narrow one
You don't want beef cook it till your bone marrow burns
I'ma make you learn when you fucking with the big dog
watch me start snappin takin plugs out of all yall
Man I don't roll with no crew I don't need no gang
I'm representing the eastside no click when I bang
i'm standing solo on the battleground send your best warrior
i'ma slay him on site then a niggas comin for you
It's the clash of the titans so i'm coming out fighting
like mike i'm biting off ears
and Ill electrify your ass like lightning you may think i'm just writing
but you test me you gone see what it is thats whats sup
nigga what I'm too sharp like creases in your cackies
in a 2003 vette you still riding taxis
yeah i hear you squeakin making noises like a mouse
got your eyes on my cheese run up in my trap house
you gone feel my heavy metal watch a rap nigga crossover
it's just another charge shit pin it on my shoulders
stripes for a soldier makes me one degree colder
I done read all your files now i'm closing your folder
you can write that in your book footnote another victim
cause I don't play by the rules and I'm bucking on the system
You may think that i'm trippin or trying to impress some fans
but i love to tell the truth and represent who i am
I'm just a rowdy lil nigga what i promise i deliver
and you ain't on my level hell nall I do it bigger
So back to the drawing board time to get another plan
cause the one you working with ain't working man
I stand tall like that aflac building i know yall feeling me
but i don't give a damn about no metaphors or similes
all about a dollar right stay pimp collar tight
catch me in a pair of individually designed nikes
hit the club late night pocket full of money
throwin bows on you dummies moveout the way hoe
ain't a damn thang funny even when i'm on that chronic
bout to vomit i done had to much to drink and now my stomach
want to toss and turn these niggas thinking that i'm sleepin
but they got it twisted cause I bust quicker on the liquor
never gave a damn probally never will and why should I
run up on me like you crazy have you pushing up daisies
mash your ass like some potatoes it's all gravy
fuck all you haters man the streets gon play me
these hoes gon pay me ain't no ifs ands or maybes
you coming up short rockaby you like a baby