Trued Up Testo

And if he goes come at me foul I'll bust him in his bowels For this rag fo mag bitch get shit bag Watch me hit this fag for this sag With this, til I die Cripple cry Mr. Nice Guy's dead It's end hood Til it haunts me with four 7's in the head They could be strapped I got strapped You see its only one thing I got this rap and they ain't goin for none of that Comprehend like you the one who just end you're career here When the bullets hit your cotton ball Feels like fuck your career I drink a beer over you're soul Motherfucker rich roll Catch you and your man slippin Could and fuck up your stroll cuz And its just how these hoodstas rolls Talkin about is he a blood or is he a cryp Nigga I'll sock that faggot in his big ass lips Hook: Put a straight jacket on me Cause I'm throwing a tantrum And all the crypts across the world Y'all gone sing this anthem Chorus: We stay Trued Up Blewd up True phat laces True blue tux We crypin till we die cuz And its shoo shooed up Copping 38 for the G-homie that use to shoot up (X2) I'm like N to the H to the deep blue sea Anyone of y'all who comes against me be D-E-A-D And the only Jay I know This bullet loco Nigga J-A-Y-O for sure F-E-L-O-N-Y See me then die he be Sitting up biting niggas hits Then acting like he da shit But see all you mobs and bustas gonna give me my respect When you see this big ass C hanging and dangling from my neck You like the line from under the cars He ain't hard It's west coast in line if you think we ain't hard Well you think the khakis the jumps Sagging the blue and red rags come from We made it up ya dum-dum Y'all niggas avoiding me now Like a flat ass Sprite Ya bitch love this cryp's dick up Serving that ass right Hook Chorus (X2) I been trained to escape death Like double O seven You can coke ya dope lope nope It's four seven And its some thirsty ass shorts out here But you know well, they schooled ya Like they go too far from your hotel there Like a gold match and phat verbal Or ox and antia Them niggas a jack you, you bitch too, body guard and manager You wake up in a cold sweat And never leave the house Everything you eat got a funny taste Like that barrel in your mouth Cuz get them riches And hit them bitches Got riders in ya videos and can't hit them switches So take ya funny ass raps ya girl and ya boyfriend And get the fuck up outta town Cuz them niggas are poison And they know not to fuck with the bullet loco I'm from the East Side Rollin 4-0 Hook Chorus (X2) BITCH (echoing)