The coldest winter will kill a nigga, listen to Killa nigga SDE, come home with me Hell no I don't feel a nigga, what? I'm a dealer nigga Willie, I'ma get you up outta 1B Who you know that's a realer
I saw the Devil in my nightmare Cocaine dreams took me right there If you feel like I feel right now I would never do you wrong Protect your neck with a rosary, all hail Father Dry the money, still d
Shoot ‘em up Never ask questions Leave ‘em dead Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe Got the cold killers with the smile wearin' suits Automatics wipe the bullets down leave no proof G
I'm ready to meet him Ready to meet him This that "put your hands together Get on both knees and look up at the sky" type shit Ready to meet him Too much niggas dead, too much niggas dead now Big dog
InvoiceBodega Bamz Million dollar man got the million dollar plan With the million motherfuckin' dollar bill Fortune better come with the wheel I'mma r-o-b bust steel Same dude from the b-l-o-c-k Bra
I'm from New York City my nigga, I'm never overdoin' it Thinkin' till I make it I'm too real for all that stupid shit Murder music I'm provin' enough to make this lead fly Jiggy like I'm mason and wit
Ever see somebody die right in FRONT of you? NOW you can't sleep, nightmares for a month or two Ever been in beef so serious afraid for your kids Even gotta hide your mother too? The does and the don'
Tour bus looking like a brothel Catching more bodies than hostel Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket If it's war against them I'ma pop Word like a pastor Kid from the ghetto listenin' to heavy met
I done did everything in New York but fuck Vashtie Kilo, keep it low key, I ain't flashy We lock jaws over here, I ain't Lassie White girl mine, make her V look nasty Potato on the Glock, you tryin' t
You 'bout to get your motherfucking head slapped off your motherfucking shoulders Wait right here, man Ayo, B Wassup, B? This nigga Wedge one of your workers, man? Word, so what's up, Dick? They say t
Listen up, I got a story to tell Live from New York I got a story to tell It's not easy in this life of mine Call my man up, ‘cause yesterday he told me money comin' I got a spot with surveillance
Tour bus looking like a brothel Catching more bodies than Hostel Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket If it's war against them, I'ma pop it Word like apostles Kid from the ghetto listening to heavy
I'm ready to meet him Ready to meet him This that, "Put your hands together Get on both knees and look up at the sky" type shit Ready to meet him Too much niggas dead, too much niggas dead now Big do
I'm from New York City my nigga, I'm never overdoin' it Thinking till I make it, "I'm too real for all that stupid shit" Murder music, I'm provin' enough to make this lead fly Jiggy like I'm mason and
[Intro/Outro] You fools don't know when I roll up on you I will have to spray ya This goes out to the motherfuckers who die jealous playa hataz (x2) [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] My bitch love, she lov
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