Honoring The Legends Of Gangster’s Paradise

These motherf#ckas must don’t know who they are fu#king with
What, you think a sista can’t have an education, and still roll up on some good hard d..k
Taking you down with a head shot hit
Making it happen when you come taking that yang in my hood
I will fu#k you up without recognition so don’t get my mission misunderstood

You know how I represent myself, flying bullets have no names on them once felt
Moving the coke, hoes, and gun whipping a snitch, cementing his shoes so his crew know his a$$ been straight dealt
My initials in the palm, my calling card, my Nun Runner private welts
Removing that wolf skin, after slaughtering the sheep, you see me , bow down upon the greet
I’m the Queen on these mean streets, you say otherwise, a toe tag on your feet

Past the initiation of the Blood and the Crips
You come after me, my fist going past your lips, string your body up and slit your wrist
Me and my Gee, we own the better have of the East Coast and the dirty South too
Ghosting your a$$, after I give you your just do
Only person around can flex muscle is my Boo
I will hack you up, boil your flesh, then serve it to your next of kin under gun duress as gourmet food

We get our props and on the down low, stealing your money while flipping mine
I talk my walk when I boast, got the law in my pocket to invade doing prison time
You think you got me figured out, you better think again when coming up against me
Taking my fur off, pulling my Glock hammer back, while you still fat mouthing on your knees
I hope you got life insurance, you bout to kiss dirt, forgive you, not my credo, b!tch please

Open your mouth, yeah that’s right, your teeth making love to the barrel  tip
Looking down at my Cartier, this is some slow torturing bullsh$t
Gee crack this silly poser on top of his head, so his homies get my drift
I steal bricks for breakfast, then sell your stolen dope
Feeding incognito habits, from the doctor to the preacher, hell, you can throw in the Pope
I will chop your head off, place it on my spear, then fu#k up again
My name is synonymous with assassinating your crew, my signature is the eleventh sin

Yeah, that’s what the fu#ks up

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