IRC-Galleria

Man, donÂ’t think they wont hit you cuz your bodyguards
Get your body laid on your blood with your bodyguards
Niggas think they bullet proof till them body cruss
Let see how your body does, when them shotty bust
I aint saying, I kicking guns like karate class
I spit heat out them rhymes and get your body blast
Watch your body get carry in them body bags
And I aint no type of nigga blood, that let that money pass
See, IÂ’m a type of nigga blood, that get that money fast
Fuck visas and your credit cards, I like it cash
IÂ’m like that money exchange nigga, yeah quick and fast
And for those niggas that hating, IÂ’m a quit your ass
See, niggas really donÂ’t care if you black or white
Cause, see mo money that you have, more catch you fight
Niggas walk out you close and trying a blast your sight
Niggas starving like them kids from a city of god
In my city niggas donÂ’t fell no petty or love
Only pretty I see, is city with no killing or thugs
Only fake niggas in the yard, trying a work with them bar
And chines mothafucker in road trying a floss with them cars
I aint hatting, IÂ’m just saying I donÂ’t care who you are
You can be a super star, lawyer and drive fancy cars
But when you come to payback, you wonÂ’t make alive
Lord Jesus wonÂ’t help you, even you got god on your side
And your homeboys wonÂ’t hear you, no matter how try
niggas wonÂ’t save your ass, no matter how you cry, then
And you can call your lawyers, your doctor, and your mom
Should though about that shit, when you played with them guns