BM J.R.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin' bout' I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't bout Money no more man, so what f**k, you know what we gon' do ha? We gon' do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up, Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say f**k em', nigga Keep buyin' shit, keep f**kin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind I got it I got it Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest, get involved And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit bullets Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie Get f**ked ya play pus*y Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't lookin' And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots took em' Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha hollow-head got em' Knock his tops to his bottom Jack, yea Ya see we grind from the bottom just to make it to da bottom At the very bottom of da map, Louisiana Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his hand Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates You ain't did it 'til you done it like in fives states Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on weight And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks You'nt even come up to a nigga chest Pause-up, paw, what tha f**k they play dat in da club fa? Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war No religion but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da God They ridin' up high way to Heaven Boulevard Damn, dem niggaz pus*y and jive, not even in tha eye exam They ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K I'll make ya face crook to tha side Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from tha side. 'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus lookin' high And when we hungry, you look like pie Sweet potato-a*s nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta, yeah What up chizzle? You my distant brotha Real shit nigga, same father different motha, shit I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill You not know me fa nothin' otha I'm somethin' otha than people you feel I'm deeper fa real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one thing nigga If you bout money nigga come f**k with us If you ain't bout money get the f**k from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it However you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll Let me get it back, hey, hey You sleep in a field fa tryin' a dude I'll bust ya head to da meat Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa thought Think, I ain't lyin' to you I'll lie his body in grease, set fire to em' I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em' Make em' feel tha escalade Put his feet in tha blades Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz keep they ways When I'm in tha streets wit Blake, watch My nigga hungry, he'll eat tha plate And if I ask tha homeboy, he'll eat ya face, yeah And tho' he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table, I keep tha 8 My side pocket, side wayz, when I pop it Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty If it ain't about money Get all the f**k from round us f**k dat, I'm comin' bak gurl Check my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog Lay down laws call me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R. I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya vehicle Split ya windshield, whack ya baby mama But I let tha kid live And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop ya man, I'm man up and you not a man I stand up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my land Call it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan Yeah nigga, you 'bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga