Chief Keef

Pick One
Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention Niggas full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail nigga pick one Your drawers got lit on it, talking money I been on ya Don't make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51 I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61 You only smoke that 87, you be smokin' that shitty stuff I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93 Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me I don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak You got 15 for a V shit that's aight with me But I gotta call you back cause your verse price was beat On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed Let an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey things Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns Letras de cancionesWhen I come through, Hut! attention Niggas full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail nigga pick one Dead or in jail nigga pick one Heaven or in hell a nigga in one I don't play ball I cross the N1 Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point I'm rolling up backwoods fuck your damn joint I don't like them swishers they don't feel right You feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel like I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right I'm riding with that missile I won't miss you, I'm gonna hit you Wassup to the bay, wassup South Central Wassup to L.A, I'm some Chiraq ass nigga I still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistol Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention Niggas full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail nigga pick one From Letras Mania