It's Ya Boi Duece the Hills is what I claim/ Niggas wanna plex, leave him with dreams like The Game/ Niggas wanna hate, but im still shining in this bitch/ me and my thugs steady grinding fuck a hater kill a snitch/ leave him duck taped floating down the river/ how he end up that way?/ he bitched up when it was time to pull the trigger/ When those hollow tips fly, you better learn how to duck/ or end up like usher nigga, Caught Up/ Imma let you burn i gets to get mine/ time for games is over it's grind time/ M.H.T. the clique Meadow Hills is the hood/ you plex that your life get that understood/ I'm trying to envision my left mind frame/ because when im in the right mind shit start to change/ niggas think its a game, when those bullets claim/ your damn life its a damn shame/ M.H.T. we some real thugs dog/ beast fuck your bitch in your damn hall dog/ ransack your home, we heard you got them white logs/ like a PS2 game put your life on pause/ That's some real thug shit, why you muggin/ like bread toast your ass red jelly leakin out like a bitch cummin'/ dog i dont know you and you don't know me/ i aint with that booty chatter bring it nigga show me/ you better be ready hold your shit steady/ cause if you miss imma leave you breathin heavy on your chevy/ without a doubt, big toys i bring them out/ i treat my guns like my bitches cause i bang them out
|