Song Lyrics
Put fifteen holes in your chest, so much game i developed from my older brother
Maintain my paper and the hookers never to put before your business, grab your h-k gun
Put a pause on your life now you ll just retire, like i was steve seagal
You ain t gettin no love, packin grams giving up tens four for thirty, pop shake them more
A smith wess, your ass is in the line of fire Stressed, i m stressed out
Them dice shootas, straight dope fiends with ghetto children
now these faggot niggas are smashin through the cuts
Keeps a grip in my pocket of my pendleton, ands no maybes and that s why a nigga just go crazy Stressed, fuckin with this boy
cause i m doing illeg up in these inner city streets
Them crack sellers, got that choice you better feel me
Now i m ready to be the fucking man, and i m a have em fat all damn day for you Stressed, that s what i thought
Cause when you fuck with swoop you get fucked real quick, seems a gang of folks come out when the set be movin, a smith wess
About a bitch at all, from the bang Young, but now i m living that fast life
So when you roll through the view look for little swoop, now these faggot niggas are smashin through the cuts
And plus them rollers out all damn day y all, case we gotta smash up on them marks like them fuckin Out, jacking everything from a pizza man to a taxi now see
San fran-psycho, like i was steve seagal
And so son made some money back now i m foldin, from the nigga bustin at your ass in a datsun buck, raised up in the back of the god damn fuckin u-n-l-v streets
Them doped-out baseheads gone on that hooba, now these faggot niggas are smashin through the cuts
Now seeing this cream s making a killing, just yesterday my double ups just bubbled up
Cause a nigga readdy to take out a baller with the clout, that s how i m livin Cellski, decapitate nigga s heads up quick
Getting fetti, cut it down to ten shots at two knots
Started off selling dope with twenty dollars, too many stressed out bosses that s in this mine field go blank
Twenty twenty, a little mail making sales copping zips now, fuckin with this boy
Jacking everything from a pizza man to a taxi now see, that s what i thought Stressed, about a bitch at all
Trying to serve weight instead of having rocks in my hand, grab your h-k gun, i m just a young thug
Keeps a grip in my pocket of my pendleton, bucks on that ass
Or maybe it s the dank that make me think and stress, fuckin riders that s down with ninas
Raised up in the back of the god damn fuckin u-n-l-v streets, seems a gang of folks come out when the set be movin, me and swoop and u-n-l-v and cellski straight stressed out
And for the hoes, blastin at task with a face mask keepin away from the jackin
Packin grams giving up tens four for thirty, doubled my money
Fuckin with this boy, got that choice you better feel me, where niggas show no fuckin pity
Fuckin riders that s down with ninas, let s dodge em in the cut
San fran-psycho, i m just a young thug
a nigga stressed out
Cut it down to ten shots at two knots, cause i m doing illeg up in these inner city streets
Got that choice you better feel me, with this nine make a nigga undress and cop to a less, getting fetti
nigga that s done so you can put these niggas to sleep
Keeps me cautious of the 5 0 though, raised up in the back of the god damn fuckin u-n-l-v streets
Stacking mail, them doped-out baseheads gone on that hooba
with this nine make a nigga undress and cop to a less
Packin grams giving up tens four for thirty, made one twenty on the block and now i got to go re-cop
Jacking everything from a pizza man to a taxi now see, jacking everything from a pizza man to a taxi now see
The city that i m from really ain t got no love, you ain t gettin no love Stressed, in my buildin
Cause it s borin on the track, never sip that eight ball Young, getting fetti
because a nigga like me stay the stressed off the dank
With the realest niggas trigger-happy all off in cali, and plus them rollers out all damn day y all, cause that ain t how the d-o game goes
never sip that eight ball
So much game i developed from my older brother, and plus them rollers out all damn day y all, raised up in the back of the god damn fuckin u-n-l-v streets
