I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj. Cause we try to teach niggas to be real. Les internautes qui ont aimé "I'm Bout It, Bout It" aiment aussi: Infos sur "I'm Bout It, Bout It": Interprète: Tru. B Dick, you know he bout' it, bout it Cally G, K-Lou, bout′ it, Bout it Craig, you know he bout' it, Bout it And Mia X gonna kick some shit, she rowdy rowdy [Verse 2: Mia X) I′m here to show a whole bunch of niggas that I'm bout it. Greg Street, that nigga bout it, bout it.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics English
And these niggaz killin bitches, too. 12th Ward, bout it, bout it, and that 13th. Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his. With tru across our stomach and countin legal drug money.
And I need some new Jordan with some white sock. I mean they rowdy (break it up). Wild Wayne, you know he's bout it, bout it. Bitch you better give it up. Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga. Now bet, rest in peace to all homies that didnt make it. And these niggaz can't stand me. 6 15s in the candy painted cadillac. Nigga somebody else, keep ya eyes open fool. Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash. I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin'. And put your black gear on cause we gonna stay bout it, understood.
Bout It Bout It Meaning
I looked at shock the nigga but i turned around and it was me. Do you like this song? But ya'll niggas just don't understand. So bring it on, cause I got to recognize. I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key. Will be living in mansions and riding old school. Went from rags to riches, slammin' cadillac door's, it used to. Slimy like a lizard. Other Lyrics by Artist. Real about my paper. And 10th Ward, you know they bout it, bout it.
Jail, But i'm out tha next day, cuz niggas wit lawyers and money, don't play. Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, fuck minimum wage. Yeah, I'm bout it, bout it. Damn nigga, but it's all good.
Bout It Bout It Lyrics Tru
Washington to Carolina to Georgia (they bout it). Finally made it back home. Black lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window. Cause that color blue or red. My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti.
Bout It, Bout It II Is A Remix Of. And fiends holla 'ungh! ' If it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin. Chorus: master p. We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 8x). And wanta do waht them other ballas said.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics Easy
That I'm 'bout it (downtown roll with us). Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that. They try to get me slung on my back. And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers. Comin′ like a tornado Brings drama, Either way I have to do this So break your selves, Niggas here comes a woman to this Tru click The bitch you love to. Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka. 100 g's, 2 keys, and a bullet-proof vest, like. Tryin to slip some vapor. Away from my residence, lookin' for evidence, you act like a. brotha.
That nigga bout it, bout it (get up off hin). Nigga i tried to told ya. Lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch. One to the two to the three (hah hah). I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades. 'Cause Mia X will finish first (Eastside rollers). South shit though nigga [Verse 1: Master P] You bout it? Slik, just another nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto. We be da bonnie and clyde done came up togetha.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics Baby
I'm gonna make mine, i gots to take mine. I beez more paranoid than a fugitive. He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these. I got a son but she says that it isnt mine.
Mo b. dick: i can serve you on the block. Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin. Re-greet 'em plus my ate two fate (all my No Limit bitches). Uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem. They would probably kick in your door, they would probably. Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack. I'm under surveilance, they tapped my phone. Stupid mutha fucker) what now mutha fucka.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics Clean
Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic. But i keeps that nine by my waistline. I heard we had drama motherfucker. So when i die put me in a pine box. Silkk, c-murder, and master p. If it ain't blood nigga, it might be your enemy. Think we playin bitch, well we ain't. Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast. I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid. Smoke somethin (silkk in this bitch, c-murder). Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja.
Another notch upon my rep (killa). Betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G. I got killas in the projects sellin' water. And these bitches settin up niggaz cause they don't give a fuck about.