![]() The posthumous album of rapper Pop Smoke who died last February was released on July 3. His music can be found at their "Singles" View - "Best Of" View - "Street King Immortal" View - "Girls Go Wild" View. Look 50 Cent biography and discography with all his recordings. ![]() The Top of lyrics of this CD are the songs "Killa Tape Intro" Lyrics Video - "Rotten Apple" Lyrics Video - "Skit Drop" Lyrics Video - "Thats Whats Up" Lyrics Video - "U Not Like Me" Lyrics Video. Now you can Play the official video or lyrics video for the song Who U Rep With included in the album Guess Whos Back in 2002 with a musical style Hip Hop - Rap. Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deepĬan't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT Uh huh, ya'll can't fu*karound ya'll get dropped Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats. I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark Millennium Thug, now who da fu*kwant it with me. Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fu*kwho you be Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw (Verse 3 - Bravehearts) (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz) Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel. ![]() This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit yaĪfter da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call homeįist fight till we grown and these guns come outĬircle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Various calls were made up for awarin' us They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
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