Trillville


Lyrics


King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Trillville & Lil' Scrapp
Released: 2004
Label: Warner Brothers

Trillville Radio 01:08
Neva Eva' 04:34
Get Some Crunk in Yo System 04:14
Goodbye 00:18
Weakest Link 05:06
Bathroom 00:18
Bitch Niggaz 04:24
Dookie Love 01:26
Some Cut 04:43
The Hood 04:11
Crank It 01:28
What the Fuck 05:01
Head Bussa 03:54
Bootleg 00:52
No Problem 03:34
Dookie Love Public Service Announcement 00:46
Ei L.A. 05:04
Crunk Radio 00:48
Diamonds in My Pinky Ring 04:13
Be Real 05:02
Gone [*] 03:25

 

Trillville Radio

 


Neva Eva'

[Intro: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)

["Get on my level ho" repeated in background throughout song]

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)

[Dirty Mouth]
Get the fuck back, get the fuck up out my way
I ain't playin' nann day
Pussy nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
You ain't on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test

[Hook x2]

[Don Peezy]
My Benz, looka at my 'Ac
Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac
Get on my level, hell nah neva that
I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome
Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb
They call me Don P AKA Corlio
Up in the club with my Cartier's on
Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or gettin' my roll on
He on the cell "Can ya hear me" hell nah
Get on my level, that's what I'm tryin' to tell y'all
For real

[Hook x2]

[LA]
LA off in this thang, get up on my level ho
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva hang
Bitch nigga step the fuck back and if ya think I'm jokin'
Aks them niggas that tried to play us, see em' lyin' off in that coffin
Trillville, ATL swangin' swangin' throwin' bows
Got some niggas that be hatin' bustin' slugs at my foes
If ya thinkin' you can fuck with a nigga like me
Nah nigga get rich, Trillville and BME
What the fuck you talkin' about "What you deep" nigga what!
If a hater wanna hate then a hater gettin' bust
We ain't hard to find nigga so why ya steadily talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to sick my dogs ho
Pussy nigga, get big nigga ho

[Lil' Scrappy]
Get crunk out ya brains when I spit this verse
I'm a blood suckin' vampire, my venom is worse
Head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts
Shatter ya bones in ya chest and make ya motherfuckin' heart burst
Don't worry now, prince of the South on the map
Knock yo thoughts out and leave yo brains on ya lap
Don't touch my Kango shorty, what's wrong with you
I might cock my fist back and knock yo grill through

[Hook x2]

[Lil Jon x8]
Run around the motherfuckin' club


Get Some Crunk in Yo System
(feat. Lil' Jon)

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

[Hook x2]

 


Goodbye

 


Weakest Link

Ayyy it's your boy Don P right ?right TRILLVILLE (corlio)
I need all my niggaz to look around (look around)
You see some hoes in the atmosphere? (I see them)
You know what they is? (we don't give a Fuck today nigga)
They the weakest link ayy ayyy (tell them niggaz goodbye)

[Chorus]
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
You're the weakest link (goodbye)
You're the weakest link (goodbye)

[Verse One: Don Pheazy]
Ayy Yeaa
They always asking why I say yeaaaa
Cuz I mean what I say
That how I agree with myself
And I'm a keep it real
And you should keep believing
Cuz if you don't your the weakest link and you should be leaving
Crunk as fuck and anit no name
To the name that I'm scheming
Like Michele Vic I'm talking shit anit playing …
So I don't need a reason
to knock you out the projects
Just take your fucking wallet
And make it a fucking project
And your hoes can't stop it
Like all around that open ass
I'm ready to shoot
When nigga all you do is fucking pass
It's the last day of class
So anit no need to ask
Cuz I anit your teacher
I wont let you pass
I'm Don A..K.A
Slash Corlio
Who started this whole shit
And put chall all on
And the pro's they don't know
And the girls ready to fuck
And the only thing left
is get rid of you fucking chumps (HEY)

[Chorus]

[Verse two: Dirty Mouth]
Perpetrating niggaz always like to talk that bullshit
Ima let you feel it when the bullets start to talk shit
Right out the barrel of my rugers at you lame hoes
This is how it goes with my bitches matters with a hoe
Right through your dome cuz my chrome is my only friend
Nigga don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
Smiling in my face ima stab you in the fuckin back
Dressed in all black with the Tec ready to attack
Nigga you anit hard ima take your ass up off the map
Peeling niggaz caps talking shit running at they traps
I'm the realest nigga that you hoes Eva seen before
Ima let cha know I anit neva been a scary hoe
I'm not your average Joe that you seen on your fucking block
Nigga pop pop as I clock back the fucking glock
Niggaz need to stop talking down up on my gang
Ima go insane on they ass as I'm busting brain(brain)

[Chorus]

[Verse three: Lil La]
As far as I can see you the bitch
You the weakest link out cha mother fucking click
Nigga step up if you down for getting hit
Or quit talking all that monkey ass shit
I'm cutting out the mizzle
You getting paid a lizzle
This sum real shit
This anit no nursery rhyme rizzle
Ima let it get you
Right where it hit you
They gun have to stitch you
Real niggaz don't ride with you
That's why a nigga grillz you
I see the bigger picture
But don't nobody miss you
Your bitch can't even kiss you
So she about to dis you
Or better yet quit you
Ima real nigga
if she ask I got a dick
So pass me the swizzle
I'm gone out tha lizze
As far as I can see
You a bitch ass nigga
Its time to fire it up
Your time expired up
And when I pull it out
You get shot up my nigga


Bathroom

 


Bitch Niggaz

[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,

So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,

[Dirty Mouth]

[Verse 1]
Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
but nothin but game i been given,
stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
And put a 10 to yo liva,
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick,
So who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck
Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write
At yo heart.

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[LA]

[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to
Hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake,
All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better
duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away
Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya,
an they know dat you's a stay trick,
all fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga
(Grrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick,
Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get split
Pussy nigga get threshed

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Don Peezy]

Next time me and you
Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha
Yo always talkin' the bullshit
Hell no you ain't neva future
You always talkin' like a preture
But you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin of me let's meet at
The parken' lot
With all my damn nigga
So then we can go on and figure out
Who Real and who Fake
Cause i see through
You like glass nigga
So go ahead break
I'm not I'm the super
AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' the bullshit
Another garbage and i'll
Push you away
Strike 1, Bad Mistake
Strike 2, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich!

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Lil' Scrappy]

Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me
Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air
Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard
They gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya
Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege
I'll make ya dicipitate


Dookie Love

 


Some Cut

[Chorus]
What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)

[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like Almond Joys and Kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around,you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy

[Chorus]


The Hood

 


Crank It

[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing]
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat]
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
That's just a intro (Crank it)


What the Fuck

[Lil Scrappy talking]

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe
he twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe
don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me
juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin
now I buck all day, I buck all nite
damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite
don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke
tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk
you be tryn me, im a thugged out g
imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee
thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin
I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin
Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain
Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryn me foe
I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
What the fuck is goin on
I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home
Im a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke
If I aint no lame bitch then what the fuck you eyein foe
Talking all that shit bitch take it outside
Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise
I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life
Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife
My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin BME, leavin bitch niggas wet

?

im goin to pit stop
My brains in nerve lose
I carry my own cross
But still you get tossed
And last but not least, quit tryn me
You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me

[chorus 2x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]

[Lil Scrappy]
Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity pot
But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me
Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money
You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open
I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking
And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova
These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder
Im rollin from the south side of the A
If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face
I aint goin to play imma just make an example
All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered
When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam
Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn
You just got knocked the fuck out
That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south

[chorus]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on eyein me [4x]
What the fuck iz goin on [2x]
He keep on tryin me [4x]


Head Bussa

[LIL JON] - let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!!

BOOM

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
The A got my back and ain't takin no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy !

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz


Bootleg

 


No Problem

[Trillville talking]

[Chorus]
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem with me
Cuz BME we be 50 deep

You don't wanna be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood and soaked from the heat (Ooo)
Why you tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
Nigga I been down by a lot
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll
Hell no them boys don't play
Straight nuts to ya face
Put your pistol away
And don't weed to my head
I pray for the folks in the club gettin scared
Got a problem with that

[Chorus]

Hold em back, hold em back
Man fuck that nigga
Fuck that hold em back
Gotta push that nigga
Hold em back, hold em back
Push that nigga
Fuck that hold em back

Hey shawty it's on
Goddamnit it's on
Keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush mothafuckas
It's gonna hurt
If a nigga fall
That's when shit gets worse
The problem with you niggas is
You just talk too much
Man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up
And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
I'll be your ? if you really won't get crunk
In the A we don't play them games
We just stack and slang and load up them things
Gettin buck if you wanna and catch a bow
Keep your pretty ass gull, beat your ass, and take your hoe

[Chorus]

[Trillville talking]


Dookie Love Public Service Announcement

 


Ei L.A.

 


Crunk Radio

 


Diamonds in My Pinky Ring

 


Be Real

[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
if you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
and dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
she made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
while she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]


Gone [*]

Gone
go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck

[Chorus]
u can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)

[repeat 3 more times]

[Bohagon]
[verse 1]
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
at a wimp like ??
through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
and dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
fuck wit Bo

[Chorus-repeat]

[lil scrappy]
[verse 2]
straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
it to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
yeah!

[Chorus-repeat]

[Bohagon]
[verse 3]
we bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed

[chorus-repeat]



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