Woman, older, head, hand, pride Cause her son had been shot down in the streets
and died
Woman, older, head, hand, pride Cause her son had been shot down in the streets
and died
Jewelry, big jewelry and big boy exotic Cars like the Enzo Ferrari on the strip
Somewhere in the hood, turning up the mob deep
I want the little boys and all the little girls to see
We shout there for them to get, this is money my baby
When y 'all grow up, if y 'all go hard, you can make it
I peel off cause they like it when it's high as smoke
Niggas in the hood hate it when you pull that stunt
You know me, frosty wrists, it's candy bits
Different colored stones, every time I switch my clothes
I make a nigga upset, but I get more love
Hit em real hard in they head, they ever cross, touch it, mama beat it
Woman, older, head, hand, pride Cause her son had been shot down in the streets
and died
It's time to G -Ride nigga, ain't no complaining
Loading up the choppers, outside it's raining
It's time to go to war, we got outside flaming
Creep up on my enemies, yeah I'm gaining
Big ass cannon, got this little nigga straining
I'm fiending, to put this cowards brains on the pavement
When I squeeze man, a nigga move faster
Put the pump in your mouth, clear up your asthma
Niggas like that, I'll pair with lead
Blow your brains out, give you time to clear your head
I'm already a goner, so I don't fear the dead
I'll make your last outfit, that you wear is red
Born first homeboy, that's what we yelling
Stay with the torch nigga, but I ain't welding
Nigga we G'd up, so ease up, we squeeze up, we leave fucks
Freeze up, heat up, hit up from the knees up
Woman, older, head, hand, pride
Cause her son had been shot down in the streets and died
Woman, older, head, hand, pride
Cause her son had been shot down in the streets and died
