Melly Mell Tha Mobsta and Stogie Brodie - Fall Out

I been going through it for a long time so dont tell me to calm down
I want all my enemies gone cause we ain't gon find common grounds
If it ain't bout money my nigga then what the hell is we talking bout
I need that type of money that's gon make these bitchez fall out
I ain't make the hoop team but I had to ball out
They done finally freed my nigga out the dog house
If u eva cross me gotta bring them guns out
Niggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I know what i want got tunnel vision my life too hard for the television
Wit or without locs dont get it twisted if its fonk nigga I'll come pay u a visit
They like Melly Mell u be trippin and I'm like na my shoes tied
She say what my happen to all yo feelings for me and I say bitch they all died
I keep shittin up on deze niggaz now they want my air supply
Boy dont get paralyzed automatic weapon aimed at ya eyes
I be hood 2 hood shaking the dice all dis weed got me Shanghai
Broke niggaz dont get recognized that's why I ain't one of them guys
I'm official bruh and war ready is how we pullin up
Yo money and long enuff if the bitch ain't shutting up yea I be kuttin up
Na I dont cuddle up cause Ima hustla
I need my money up somebody just died but idgaf
Normal life that's boring nigga I want ne a Foreign nigga
Free the thugs in Orange nigga rapping got me on tour nigga
Nuthen fake in my story nigga no guts no glory nigga
I'm bouta have me orgy nigga
Sheesh
I done watch some suckaz have to get up in the trunk
I just served a nigga that was in a Benz Truck
Its alot ppl that I really dont trust
Now I gotta keep a gun wit me on tuck
I been going through it for a long time so dont tell me to calm down
I want all my enemies gone cause we ain't gon find common grounds
If it ain't bout money my nigga then what the hell is we talking bout
I need that type of money that's gon make these bitchez fall out
I ain't make the hoop team but I had to ball out
They done finally freed my nigga out the dog house
If u eva cross me gotta bring them guns out
Niggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I’m in trap mode I got the windows tinted you can’t see inside those
I got young niggas riding wit 223’s it’s safe mode
Get to face blown all yo shows postponed
Soon as they land they gone
I get them in and they gone
Had to buy me a block the mf feds keep taping my phone
Nigga cant come round here this a no fly zone
Nigga dont wanna move wrong Backwood blow too strong
I got a bitch in the city and i got a bitch at home
Young nigga run dem bands up on my lonely
I swang a corner on this bitch in East Oakland
Brother twistin that shit up that shit potent
If you a bad bitch with some ass you betta throw it
Datz just what it is datz just what it is
Fall through the crib ima fuck and dip aint no sucka shit yea
Datz just what it is datz just what it is
Fall through the crib ima fuck and dip aint no sucka shit yea
I done watch some suckaz have to get up in the trunk
I just served a nigga that was in a Benz Truck
Its alot ppl that I really dont trust
Now I gotta keep a gun wit me on tuck
I been going through it for a long time so dont tell me to calm down
I want all my enemies gone cause we ain't gon find common grounds
If it ain't bout money my nigga then what the hell is we talking bout
I need that type of money that's gon make these bitchez fall out
I ain't make the hoop team but I had to ball out
They done finally freed my nigga out the dog house
If u eva cross me gotta bring them guns out
Niggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Written by:
Benjamin Johnson, John Calton, KK Johnson

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