歌词
I'm tired of all these niggas
When are they 'bout to reach us
Talking about the killas
If you want it come and get us
(1st verse)
Y'all fuckin up the game maylay came to faze you fake ass
95% of these rap gangsta acts half of them fags and all of them so scared to lose the money they had before they (???)
I ain't saying you gotta kill nobody
But with the keep it real lip, shit and get off the potty
Trick with a gun
And ain't never shot it
Talking all where you from
They don't know nothin about it
It around with a clown
Washed up like that
Rupped up with the thug shit
And aim it to the count
Trick let alone you peeing
Unless you talking bout the one of the path the rap songs
You can't get mad talk loud
Entertain the crowd
Ferocious is the focus
If you close your mouth
Got shit to flow ridges an all that shit
Sounds like my switches
WHIP WHIP WHAW
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I'm tired of all these niggas
When are they 'bout to reach us
Talking about the killas
If you want it comen get us (2nd verse)
Woah whoa wait!
Don't get it twisted
It's a handful of soldiers enlisted
Down for the calls and all authentic
Majority ain't
They'll stare a nigga dead in the face
Knowing damn well authority braint
Homie hits me with the head nods and hand shakes
Stay away from maylay
If you dead fake
And I don't want your money
Just imagine that stack and some
Acting like you balling but actually ain't having none
Same reason why they won't help you put a record out
If they help you
They pin it and won't check it out
Like I'm invading your space
I got all the dough the blow holes though the blow show
And road the paper chase songs
Whatever the case
I ain't trying to take your place
The difference it makes it takes
I'm so tired of fake niggas
Rap made niggas
Act paid niggas
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I'm tired of all these niggas
When are they 'bout to reach us
Talking about the killas
If you want it comen get us (3rd verse)
Temptation is a motherfucka
That's why I'm sick of the baddest bitches of niggas
Rhymin of bustas
Acting like a drug dealers don't make you a thug nigga so what you got a gun
You still a punk nigga
Marks with no mark (???)
We sending the street Gs to go get the cheese
Take your percentages
Faking incentatives
Extort the the report
Portraing the images
Stay at home and get banged
Don't get the choice
Wanna hang strong
Wait on an invoice
Go along with the game
Nothing wrong with the fame
Got a whole list that consists of all your names
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I'm tired of all these niggas
When are they 'bout to reach us
Talking about the killas
If you want it comen get us (End)
*Note*
I couldn't find lyrics for this song anywhere so I apologize if these lyrics are incorrect but most are fine that's because I relied heavily on speculation(which I'm bad at) from listening to the song repeatedly so this will be updated in the future and this long note will be erased lol.