Sosa
O' Block
Bang [x11]
Let's get this sh** jumping
Get these hoes bussin'
n***a's sneak dissin'
Well they ain't sayin' nothin'
Them bullets get the touchin'
Them veins get the bussin'
Cause bullets come a dozen
And they burn like a oven
I'm a sick mothaf**a'
Loud beat my robatussin'
And I can't keep count of these b**hes I be f**in'
I'll shoot a n***a down
b**h I'm kinda off, I grew up in this sh**
Goin' by what I saw
Alotta real n***a's they was gettin' money
So now I'm on the block n***a rain, sleet, or sunny
OTF runnin', I f**s wit' Young Money
I make one phone call yeah Cortez he comin'
Wit' the Young Money, Kush stankin' like onions
Edai you been my n***a, introduced me to six hunnid
D-Rose what up, you scoring sh** I hear
Keep ya head up out here, Every year is our year
We, kinda f**ed up
n***as ain't f**in' with me man
[?]
Free my n***a Juice
Free my n***a Top
Free all the guys man
All My L's n***as
All My Wiic City O'Block n***as man
All My front street Glory Boyz man
Ya know. OTF b**h
All my young money n***as man,
All my 300 hundred savage's man
Bang [x5]