RICO BRUCKSHOT - Intro

48, two, 0five
Yeah
Ay, ay, lil niggas tryna stop me and they really can't
I can break my heart, niggas reppin' what they really ain't

Like Sherwan Williams hit yo crib when the nigga paint
I serve you with a quick move, the brother get the lil' saint
Bop what they know about it, these niggas all talk, all far
Shittin' on the goat, I feel like John Stark

I get money all the time, don't take no time off
I used to leak out my hustle, now I let the grind talk
You like Pete Mavs the way you droppin' dimes off
When you was in the screen, though, I was on the sidewalk

When you was fightin' at the school, I was gettin' dimes off
I took care of beef way before you let your nine off
Now everybody got a bag and I ain't got no money
I play it broke just to see if all my bitches love me

Plenty smoke, plus you niggas can't come get it from me
This gun big as Joseph Cox, I swear it's like a midget's to me
Head first into the game, they know to stack it up
I hand it out too much dog, cause I come pack it up

And then while I poof, I'm back and runnin' up the trap
Goin' shawn Michael's way and keep on jumpin' up
I wasn't even ready, mama told him baptize me
What I'ma do when my right hand man's back stab me

What I'ma do when outsiders turn in the family
and the one who's supposed to be kin don't even fit in

Written by:
Jeremy picket

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