Little Sisters
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Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin' to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Showed they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of teflon
Run from the police, picture that
Nigga I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't faze me
When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, stole a Glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make
From the five-oh, duckin' and dodgin' in my survival
Depends on when I let off with my nine, ho
I'm movin' swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
'Cause in my mind all I wonder is, "Who's next, nigga?"
My homie slipped and now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen, now he's doin' triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringing?
I spit that thug shit, nigga, motherfuck singing
I hope you got your Timberlands on tight
'Cause I ain't givin' up, I'd rather
Duck these motherfuckers all night
I'm runnin' through the projects, biatch
They'll never catch me 'cause I'm loc'n, trigger happy on the, sniatch
Don't say you never heard of me, 'til they murder me, I'm a legend
Do thug niggas go to Heaven? I'm rollin' with the thorough heads
We gettin' ghost on them hoes and yo, I got no love for the five-oh
Runnin' from the police