It's Over
Jim Jones
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M.O.B., it's your boy (Rest in peace to that one nigga)
Max Biggavel', you already know how
We doin' this shit, baby (How we do)
Gangrene style, Capo, what up?
Sittin' back, you know? (Terminate 'em)
That Domain wave, they ain't havin' it
Tell 'em somethin', Max
Public Domain 2, double that
Know you heard the first and if you didn't, better double back, yeah
Used to bubble crack when I was comin' up
Back when I was young enough, dumb enough
End up movin' back and now I rap
Now it's snatch a couple brothers up, snatch a couple mothers up
Hoodie seven hundred, you niggas still wearin' button-up
Buttercup, nigga, you's a bitch, you ain't tough enough
Bucked enough cocks to get in your spot, pucker up
I'm pumpin' up, nigga, I come to dump, don't give a damn
Snitchin' to the pigs, I'll fuck you up
What? I don't care if you weighed up
I'll treat you like the last plate, I can get your head up
I'll get you made up, new shoes, mouth stitched up
Need the big backyard with the house fixed up
Stitched up, I'm high off the sour
Ain't nothin' like the money, but I need the power
'Cause I told you a thousand times
My niggas is down to ride
I cut you from bigger to small
I'll bring you back down to size
Said my homies is down to ride
Homie, you bound to die
A soldier only dies one death
Nigga, you's a coward, so you'll die a thousand times
Nigga, it's over for you, yeah
Yeah, Max, your boy got his hoodie on
The hood gangbanger, get my bully on
In the pens, I was big in the cell
You old school, I'll knock you out your Cazals
First pair of my laces tied, yeah, it's time to ride
'Bout to be a homicide, 'nother nigga mama cry
Huh, and keep speakin' 'bout your dude ride
Fifth leave him twisted up, blood like a tube thigh
Yeah, and I don't talk with the talkin'
Motherfucker, I'll walk it, fifth cock and I'll spark it
So play me close with your own wrist
Nigga, just hold this, llamas and four-fifths
And I'll take any nigga head on
Leave a nigga dead, gone, bang if I'm dead wrong
Fuck y'all, 'cause y'all pussies is hot
Byrd Gang, motherfucker, and my niggas is ridin'
'Cause I told you a thousand times
My niggas is down to ride
I cut you from bigger to small
I'll bring you back down to size
Said my homies is down to ride
Homie, you bound to die
A soldier only dies one death
Nigga, you's a coward, so you'll die a thousand times
Nigga, it's over for you, yeah
Byrd Gang, we was born to fly
You a coward, then you's born to die a thousand times
We don't kill him, then we ride him 'bout a thousand times
Masked live, we stakin' out his house tonight
He goin' to bed, but not on a pillow
Two to his head, now his spouse is a widow
Show up to the wake, I don't know about grace
Throw about eight 'cause it's beef in the afterlife
Heaven knows he run the streets in the past life
They killed Bang, so it's death to those niggas
I know the gang gon' stretch those niggas
Flatline Peter Roll, I clap mine, he gon' flow
All we need is a car
I got the Gs on call, we just waitin' on the turf
The young boys wait to put in work
Shit, we can't wait to go berserk
'Cause I told you a thousand times
My niggas is down to ride
I cut you from bigger to small
I'll bring you back down to size
Said my homies is down to ride
Homie, you bound to die
A soldier only dies one death
Nigga, you's a coward, so you'll die a thousand times
Nigga, it's over for you, yeah
It's over, bitch
Jones, Capo, Soo-woo to the G
Game B's up, G's up
Anything less than that is fucked up
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