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Let's get it back
Boss Don Biggavel'
Got the boy Young Los
Boy POP on the boards
Goin' through some turmoil right now
Might be the last one
But you know, it is what it is man
Never wanna go
I never wanna go back in there
Never wanna go back, never wanna go back
Life just isn't fair
Tell me why you cryin', everybody dyin'
Life is so unfair
Please tell me why you gotta go
I don't really wanna know
I ain't tryna go back in there
I ain't tryna go back, I ain't tryna go back
Black cherry molasses
I'm ready to go, where the fuck is my glasses
I ain't tryna be here 'til the morning
Plus I got work on the street
How you make it out tourin'
7 To pop up, hotels and extras
Includin' the travel fees
I put you in the gravel B
I don't battle B
Got an arsenal, shoot you niggas for the treachery
Had me pull my gun
Biggie killed for fun, what?
You liar, son of a bitch
The screws loose, daddy he need pliers
I wake up every morning
Roll up a big wood, simply
Sip the fifth on the empty, pimpy
Me and Young Los share the same pain, we give you the beats
I deliver the street treats, baby beat meat
Real good, got talent
Family back home, for structure and the balance
These motherfuckers tryna break me, take me away
I'm innocent, they tryna make me pay
Take me from the game
Knowin' I, agony, pain on the plate
Put the thing in your face, wait
No days off, Bigga don't take breaks
Got frost stains, Bigga he bake cakes
O.F.O., them my niggas I run with
Big Scum, Mook
Hit you niggas with big guns
Sent some over to the team cause they needed 'em
Feeded 'em
Treated 'em with love and precaution
Ballin' like a faucet, flossin'
Gettin' it good
Niggas think I was ballin', stallin'
Stutterbug hit you niggas up with another light
Spread you bitches like a butter knife
Not another night goes by, I don't pray now
Fuckin' cops screamin' face down
We got the infrared aimin' for a nigga so I never miss
Oh I found a better bitch
Oh I found a, ride or die bitch
That is scared to let the thing go
You gotta wave now, follow the rainbow
Watchin' how the pain glow, glittery
And if I had to breeze, I don't want you to pity me
City be, cop, cop, Frenchie, Penthouse B
The pussy in House B
I done copped the key, done flipped it
Big chips, Biggie he spin
Baby I don't give shit but this big dick
These bitches all in love with my serenade
Peppers, onions, they marinate
Got the barricade for these niggas tryna break through
Makin' you feel good, baby a nigga still hood
Got my fifth of Cru just to keep me in the mood
Tell baby boy, if you go then go to school
What's goin' on baby?
Fuck it, Young Los on the beat
I love you boy, word
Shout to all my niggas, O.F.O
Uncle Mook, Big Scum
My lawyer Jerry Saluti
The bail bondsman Timothy Heise
All my family, my niggas that showed up in court
That held it down for the Boss Don
Know we gotta keep this shit rollin' baby
Gotta look at the big picture
Hollywood Ferg I see you baby
Know we in the game
It's that O.F.O. baby, Gang Green
It's the mixtape, the new system
Shout to my boy Big Twins, Dame Dugga, Boogaloo
The whole O.F.O. crew man
Gotta love it
Fuck with ya boy, out
Ain't goin' back baby, never
Pray for me baby, pray for me































