Montana Of 300 - Chucky lyrics

Every day I shut up got a k**er Ain't nobody f** with me How many n***as that you know would ride in the streets You a hit, uncle beat, I'mma side with this b**h We got beaf, we got honey We might die in this buis' All my n***as try to blow, ain't no high in the city How many n***as that you know would ride in the streets You a hit, uncle beat, I'mma side with this b**h We got beaf, we got honey We might die in this buis' All my n***as try to blow, ain't no high in the city Pull up on your block, I got that thirty in the guap I've been ride, I've been k**ing on that cop I keep that hunglin n***a having stressing I've been working with the Gods You've been working with the cops While you working with my (?) Satisfy you n***as nah Since I got the car and keep my name all in your mouth If it eans't by your girlfriend, my dick was all in your mouth I put the b**h to kick you out Put the b**h and have no (?) I back up in the truck, flip another chicken How you n***a need (?) now just bang another million Bust a map, bout a drop And a hole bottle of square All my n***as in the buil' they still get the dope Got the cup in the blow and that's a mil in the low You can get it straight jumping You can just shut Mammy (?) cuz I check you right now Everything I touch I just k** it right now How many n***as that you know would ride in the streets You a hit, uncle beat, I'mma side with this b**h We got beaf, we got honey We might die in this buis' All my n***as try to blow, ain't no high in the city King Yella and Montana we all fight in this b**h That's illegal and I'm robbing I'll be fly in this, b**h b**hes only hang it for me They be ride in this deep They wander how I got the b**h and had to grime for the sh** I was hustling, jiggling and balling Put that all on my hips I though (?) no miss area You can die in this b**h Need and lean the p**y wet When I slide in the (?) My clips got hate just like (?) b**h I stay with the Ritchie You know I stay with the Paul I'mma go for that k**er Boy know how it goes Lay and face down on the streets Like we both fight on the road If I get caught ain't no telling n***a I stick to the code Murder and suspect that I know it It ain't no question bout we had And I go in hella dirty I come up clean like a *(?) Put your life in the (?) my chopper spin like a beat box Now get your as here with three shots From all that puff like some rebooks How many n***as that you know would ride in the streets You a hit, uncle beat, I'mma side with this b**h We got beaf, we got honey We might die in this buis' All my n***as try to blow, ain't no high in the city How many n***as that you know would ride in the streets You a hit, uncle beat, I'mma side with this b**h We got beaf, we got honey We might die in this buis' All my n***as try to blow, ain't no high in the city