Guppies all around the edge.
Nigga, if you trying to get fed, you in the red.
Eat you up.
Beat you up, if that don't work Heat you up, now you're wearing white Smelling like Fahrenheit
Niggas, fleas, ticks, and parasites Tryin' to get a crumb off the turntable Stick your nose in my bowl, it's fatal You can't, I'm able
Nigga, you know we checking quotas and dollars.
Nigga, you know the pecking order.
We follow.
saying that we got to holler if I can quote you but the king of the jungle never meet with the vultures
Never been a sucker, never been fake Never tried to make all I can make
represent my niggas till the valve breaks.
But haters hate, we can eat steak by the lake, the guppies.
The copies.
The copies.
What a beautiful day.
Clear blue skies, my murder wands block sun rays from my eyes.
Twisting triple goals so I gotta pack heat.
Lay the titanium and flame up the street Down the boulevard with my hand on trigger Fools hitting me up
Like, who was that nigga?
Roof, Roof.
You know who it is.
Mack, Jim, Punk, Top Dog, and Showbiz.
I coxed a revolver ready to start gettin' em But what I look like sent trippin' in on platinum I hesitate
Put down the tray.
Keep pushing to the hood.
Make sure my folks is straight.
Out of control.
The nigga balling like Shaq.
Gave my mama money.
And slid the homie's sacks and it's like that.
The mojiz you got the motillas on your squad for the guppies.
The Gobbies The Gobbies The Gobbies
The Guppies.
Okay, we hollering.
Fake ass hugs.
Check my wallet.
Robbin' to the crib, make sure no nigga follow it.
Called up the Mighty 1-Up.
What you wanna do?
Turn these bitch niggas
to snow.
How many?
One or two.
It's on you.
Westside battle cry.
My alibi, first class.
Hella high when you die.
I'm changing standard time with the yuppies.
But fuck them two and you.
You asking who?
The government.
Brought Mac Manson back to life.
I kill niggas without a gun or a knife.
I gave the order, is he dead?
Yeah.
Enough said.
And all my followers got W's on their forehead.
Murder us and...
They kill on command.
Walk around like zombies with checks in each hand.
For Mac and the Don light you up like neon.
Preacher like Freon, your fucking peons, the guppies.
The Gubbies.
The Gubbies.
The Gobbies.
The Gobbies.
The gobbies.
The gobbies.
