Lyrics
, "all he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't, he kept his fucking mouth shut, and did his fuckin' tim, and he did it like a man, he did four years for us, so, mr. orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father", catch a nigga with a choppa, choppa, all my partners about the guala, guala, look at me, look at me shotta, shotta, you a pussy boy, call the boy mufasa, dipping your head in spaghetti lobster, ja rule these niggas no holla, holla, they know that i lead and these niggas follow, kill a nigga and won't feel no sorrow, catch a nigga, won't see you tomorrow, stand over a opp fill him up with hollows, money over bitches, that's the motto, jackpot like i just won the lotto, glock 40 and a semi auto, smokin, sippin out the remy bottle, heaven or hell, heaven or hell, heaven or hell, dead or jail, dead or in jail, dead or in jail, probably lost money, my mind, my time, man, i done lost guys to this street shit, i go hard and i grind for mine and people who said i wouldn't be shit, i can't fuck with niggas, i don't trust a soul, gotta stay on my defense, got my glock everywhere that i go, give me a reason, i'm squeezin, g herbo and zuse, real niggas and killas from chiraq to kingston, bring my nigga zuse to chiraq to post up with them killas from kingston, i made it out the fucking hood, these niggas know that ain't a secret, ya know i gotta keep them bitches on me but i gotta keep them on the leashes, shittin' on them, call me feces, caught me a opp in the bleachers, herbo with me got the pieces, mac 11 on me, you know i'm gon breeze it, send a bitch to kill you, who you gon' sleep with?, hollow to your face i know you gon' eat it, catch a nigga and ain't gon do it discretely, i'm a catch your man, i know he won't peep it, is you a killer or not?, we be ridin' through blocks and we drillin' a lot, i love seeing them drop, watch his body in shock while he feelin' the shots, me no lover, make you disappear, tell them abracadabra, shoot you with choppa, bullet bite you like a whopper, catch him on the blocka, "there was a count of causalities, that could have been from afghanistan or iraq, but it was here in chicago, a place some have dubbed "chiraq""
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Artist: g herbo