|
Don't get nuthin' confused about me, this ** hea throw clips |
|
You think you could hold three, ** hea go six |
|
I bring heat like Deniro flix, my team lock and load |
|
And rock and roll like Aerosmith |
|
** cops I got Cochran Shapiro chips |
|
One point five in ice in each earlobe ** |
|
** who you and your man go get |
|
Me and cat take **'s on boat rides on some Soprano ** |
|
Move wit troops in cougar coupes |
|
Like beeno and notes for a G a piece, they'll remove your roof |
|
Ya better spread when the ruger shoot |
|
Paul Cane got fire, everything ya heard on Clue was the truth |
|
It's like who want what what ever |
|
Yo and your man play tough ya gon' get plucked together |
|
At gun point gettin stuck together |
|
Black Benz tinted out, buggy headlights stuck together |
|
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us |
|
Got a lot of hungry **s that came wit us, we're dangerous |
|
** back aim and bust |
|
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us |
|
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us |
|
Got a lot of hungry **s that came wit us, we're dangerous |
|
** back aim and bust |
|
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us |
|
They said I rap like a man and act like a man |
|
So when it come to war she gon' clap like a man |
|
Short arrogant wit this gat up in my hand |
|
Chicks don't play cute I'm still attractin' your man, come on |
|
Rock many lands, Japan to Philly sands |
|
Luck stay ghetto like Rican dolla bands |
|
Only thing I take serious is garments and money |
|
And late periods, there she is |
|
Screamin in a two by two, too fly two seater |
|
Too much ice, too cold, two heaters |
|
Love men but got lesbian guns |
|
That love to lick off at you pussies for fun |
|
So play dumb in these dum dups, hit you where you pump cum |
|
Stick you for your lump sums, we the ones you run from |
|
Till the day my lungs done for blocks |
|
I hit hard like Ronnie Lotts, lady Luck got it locked |
|
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us |
|
Got a lot of hungry **s that came wit us, we're dangerous |
|
** back aim and bust |
|
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us |
|
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us |
|
Got a lot of hungry **s that came wit us, we're dangerous |
|
** back aim and bust |
|
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us |
|
Ya talkin' greasy like Paul ain't a ** wit fire |
|
Like I ain't got guns or killers for hire |
|
Got wolves that'll run through mask and arms |
|
Like point break clear the safe out and smash your moms |
|
Over 40 years old still blastin' chrome |
|
Smiles never cross they face till there's cash in palm |
|
'Cause they still do murders for bucks |
|
Have 'em put hollow points through you then pass the burner to luck |
|
We like a two G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in beef |
|
Wit two heats a piece, mami gon' ryde |
|
Spit four, she behind me wit five |
|
You know Paul Cane and Lady Luck MO catch homo's and slide |
|
Before we drop the guns |
|
Wipe off the prints, push the pedal through the floor |
|
And get away back to the bricks, ya don't want nothin' wit us |
|
Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we're dangerous |
|
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us |
|
Got a lot of hungry **s that came wit us, we're dangerous |
|
** back aim and bust |
|
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us |
|
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us |
|
Got a lot of hungry **s that came wit us, we're dangerous |
|
** back aim and bust |
|
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us, come on |
