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The whole world on my dick, I cannot wait Keep the .45 on my side like a prom date Me and two shooters, twin Glocks with the rubric Don't look when he's shooting, just pop in and do it Got the same gun that Pac did in juice Seen niggas snitch, cops let him loose What I gotta do I don't respect those rules Fake niggas hate mirrors I can see right through Come on my team you can push white too Late nights I was out, late nights with the snake bites Don't get back 'til you gettin' all the cake right Seen a pimp nigga make a bitch really hate life Wanna be a g, I'mma show you what this k like Wanna see red like I'm pressing on the brake lights Grew up in the 90s, way too grimy Really love the hood but they hate when you shining My gun gon' blind 'em Niggas did me bad that's the fucking last time I'mma show you 'bout mine Had to slow down cause it's all about time People stuttered on me but I still push a line You talkin' bout a bitch but it's money on my mind Niggas in jail doin' time like Shyne Tip off the court cause they still dropping dimes You can fuck his bitch but you can't touch mine Niggas like me understand Spike Lee cause he got game Made dope in the house so he got flame Letras de cancionesGrowing up that's how I got my name Bagging up zips everywhere my hideout Clips in the bag just in case I ride out We coming with .9s and guns from Texas We all in the hood like that 2 door Lexus You can play the game just don't forget the exit The cops gon' arrest you What you gonna do when you laying on the stretcher? You lost your soul, just a picture on the dresser So many niggas die I think niggas like killin niggas they faggots I'm really from the hood what the fuck is ratchet? I don't gotta make jokes I'm not a bastard I did a lot of dirt and I got a lot of baggage Got this shit on lock, yeah Got this shit on lock, yeah I got this shit on lock, Lil B Got the shit on lock One nigga cop out, everybody watch out I'mma bring the Tec like the high school drop out You don't wanna block out, you can't block me Bitch niggas deaf cause all you do is watch me I'm in the hood like Africans at swap meets "He ain't hard" but them niggas couldn't knock me Got hit hard but them niggas couldn't drop me Next week drop a half a million cause I'm sloppy I keep the gun like the kids with Tamagotchis King like Rodney, serve two fiends with the Johnny Serve a little cream at the party Stay in the street like them boys riding Harleys Shouts out to my nigga on the motorbikes I love you for life Shout out to Mike, head first when I dump at night Any piece I write I'm based for life Got this shit on lock, yeah Got this shit on lock, yes, yes Got this shit on lock, yeah Got this shit on lock, yes You know dog, they ain’t fuckn with me Yea yea man Aye man, I’mma tell you like this This Illusions of Grandeur part 2 mixtape Illusions of Grandeur 2 Going all the way in Thugged out, 2012 2013 fucka It’s your boy Lil B, history all day Anytime I touch it, fuck em From Letras Mania