Whats up dog Whats up ey Whats up perro Yeah I run with the real ones Simon Hey drop that shit holmes [Chorus x2 Frank V] If you a sucker on the streets youre getting beat up If you a sucker in jail youre PCd up And we dont stop riding till the homies is freed up We gd up from the feet up [Royal T] Are you a real gangster, a real shooter Or just a prankster, cyber banger on your computer Motherfucking phony, ese you dont know me Only true blue can hang with real homies Ese you get trapped up and slapped up Drag your ass the the woods, you get wrapped up and capped up Low Pro run the streets so, who you telling After your death maybe your shit will start selling [Lil Rob] Hey homeboy why you wanna start shit, Ill shoot up your apartments And if I go out, Ill make sure I go out like Vargas Fighting to the finish, Lil Rob the sickest Fucking up the program, cold like a snowman Making you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam Leave you walking like an old man Ive got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya Bullet holes all over ya, nice knowing ya [Chorus x2] [Frank V] Holla at your boy Frank V when Im rolling through your area But not too loud cuz you know that I carry a Four five auto, rich like lotto The world is mine, or at least thats my motto Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning Jesus piece around my neck but I cant stop sinning Little homey Im a true blue, I thought you knew fool No cards I cant pull, no hoods I cant shoot through Big pimping you never thought could exist Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist Where youre at Ive been, where Im at youll never be Theres other rappers in this bitch but aint none like me Cuz Im a shining star, ese fuck who you are You got thugs in your car, Ill put slugs in your car You got plaques on your wall, Ill put your backs on the wall Ill subtract all of yall, Ima ball till I fall [Chorus x2] [True Breed] Low Profile, SD 619 This California hustle make me California grind Getting mine, so we dont waste nobodys time Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine Hard rhyme, thats all I got shaking up your spot Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops You wanna be a G, wanna be just like me Face the consequences, stay sucker free [Bandit] I keep it gangster loc, my life for the cash Dumping shots at fools until their heads hit the dash Doing dirt, put it work on these LA streets Bringing real with my steel as I blast my heat Getting high, born to ride cuz thats the way shit goes Got fools all around just to let you know Phat Bandit keep it cracking, keep pushing the keys For player hation, home invasion trying to stop my Gs [Chorus x2]
frank, ese, sucker, formula, x2