Fuck Deez Niggaz - Luci4_666171

Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain Niggas just killed that nigga, nigga just pulled that trigger Niggas just came home early, all 'cause he told on his nigga Nigga gon' rock that ice, nigga gon' take your life At the red light, no license, nigga gon' take that right Nigga fake band that Gucci, nigga start rockin' that Dolce Say he don't really fuck wit' me, nigga don't even really know me Nigga gon' say hе rich, then he gon' fuck your bitch Then hе gon' drop a mixtape, nigga gon' ice his wrist Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain Nigga gon' look you in the face, nigga gon' tell you a lie Popeyes ordered all wings, nigga gon' give you a thigh Another nigga say he can't do it, nigga ain't even gon' try Nigga gon' sell you a dream, say they all down for your team Sell they own soul for a chain, nigga cross you out for some bling Nigga want a brand new coupe, nigga want to smoke like Snoop Every time a nigga hit the strip club, nigga want to fuck like Luke Don't try the wrong nigga in the strip Club, nigga might fuck 'round and shoot Nigga ain't takin' no blame, nigga ain't sayin', "I'm sorry" Nigga shot all up in it, nigga want to go see Maury Niggas ain't got no goals, niggas ain't got no hoes Nigga might smoke a whole zip, some fuck nigga killed Nip Niggas all the same, niggas play them games We don't do priorities, niggas want the fame Niggas take the mortgage money, buy 'em a new chain One thing about a broke nigga, they just gon' complain

Done made it out this shit Oh yeah I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep I used to want a hundred bands Now I make a hundred bands in a week I never really gave a fuck about 'em They ain't never care about me And every time you see me out You know I keep a strap case they try to creep JPays and the Green Dots Do that shit every week Niggas get killed all over screenshots Instagram, and the tweets Screaming fuck all the opps now Send the location, we can meet Bitches fuckin' for the clout now, Name bad out in these streets, yeah Uh, I'm losin' my sanity I done been fucked up all my life This shit was planned for me (On God) And I don't know nothin' about that bitch But she been staying with me How you think I'm gon' trust that bitch? I don't trust my own family (No) And this shit was plain to see, them niggas They wasn't really gang with me (Gang) I hear in the way they still tell me who was out there in the rain with me (Huh?) This money controlling me (Controlling) This shit's got a hold of me (Goddamn) Lil' shawty wanna roll with me (Yeah) She give her all to me I was running them racks up, had to get it I don't waste time (Bands) I fuck up a check all on my neck Young nigga shine (Ice, ice, ice) I'm speedin', yeah, I'm racing (Skrrt) I'm rollin' in the matrix (The matrix) Shawty, yeah, she naked (She naked) Can't fuck that ho, she basic I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep I used to want a hundred bands Now I make a hundred bands in a week I never really gave a fuck about 'em They ain't never care about me And every time you see me out You know I keep a strap case they try to creep JPays and the Green Dots Do that shit every week Niggas get killed all over screenshots Instagram, and the tweets Screaming fuck all the opps now Send the location, we can meet Bitches fuckin' for the clout now, Name bad out in these streets, yeah Now I'm good when I hang where it's dangerous (Turn up) I mix my Perc' with my pain (On God) JPay so you can't complain (On God) How the fuck you broke with a name? (Yeah) I risk my life for the gang (For the gang) I like weed, not cocaine (Cocaine) No sneak diss, say it to your face (Bitch) My crayhead came with a K (Yeah, yeah, yeah) How you say family don't matter? Yeah Police came and I scatter That Glock-30 come with a ladder, uh Locked up, they won't let him out Bet he come up dead for the clout (Yeah) How he shouldn't ran his mouth, how he shouldn't Now he caught that bullet (That bullet) Backwoods Cookie (Backwoods Cookie), uh He a goofy (He a goofy) Yeah, super goofy (Super goofy), uh Why the fuck they didn't believe us? Hope them niggas never need us And I know a whole killer, but he turned into a diva I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep I used to want a hundred bands Now I make a hundred bands in a week I never really gave a fuck about 'em They ain't never care about me And every time you see me out You know I keep a strap case they try to creep JPays and the Green Dots Do that shit every week Niggas get killed all over screenshots Instagram, and the tweets Screaming fuck all the opps now Send the location, we can meet Bitches fuckin' for the clout now, Name bad out in these streets, yeah

No man separate what we create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz We comin' after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me, Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star Fuck the love, niggaz fear me Got these niggaz runnin' all wild from my double, I When we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die Boom, once I enter the room, in the air All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared They don't wanna see me head on. Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone Call a grave digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B. Gunfire gettin' sprayed quicker Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz Niggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love us The President told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us It's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin And seein' blood spill ain't shit 'Cause I seen it at the beginnin' A made nigga How many niggaz fall in ya vision? Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison We mash together, plus we get cash together Blast whenever knowin' it don't last forever It's only one way out and one way in Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made men We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified] I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch And the niggaz that I'm under Is just too much We made niggaz Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin' at those Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's Baby, maybe, that's if I slip But I became official since the start of this, Edi Amin Born July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is simple and plain Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain You'll forever know my name, Edi Amin I ain't count the line, my strap, not head There will be none of that The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga Til' he still and chill, recognize the real dea l feel, a nigga made when I was young and dumb With a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for fun And the outcome will be the same every time We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shit Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the public With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to year Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli Gettin' lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries Game, when applied help me survive several centuries Lock me in a cage I'll display my rage Surround the court buildin' with the gage and spray They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin' for repentance I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintain My army of lunatics that stay armed Til' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga Can you feel me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched My adversaries, get fucked, feel me? Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the cream I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream Come and see, to see a made nigga The Outlawz, Makaveli The Don Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi Mussolini, M.O.B., I send this out to my niggaz on the streets The motherfuckin, made niggaz All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound Tha Doggfather, and all his niggaz You know what time it is, Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti (Ha, ha, ha, Westside made niggaz beotch) Uh, sarge, uh We've got uh Tupac Shakur Uh, Fatal, Fatal Hussein Uh, Kastro, Khadafi We got a bunch of niggaz here They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money They're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge? Uh, I repeat let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go They're made niggaz let 'em go But, but sarge they've got guns, they've got weed I said let 'em go Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry