52 Bars Part 2
(Young Chop on the beat)
Yeah
They told to come back on another bars, you hear me?
I'ma do it though
This ain't 52, but it's bars
Baow (let's get it)
Baow (let's get it)
Baow
Body bag, body bag
Foe'nem, they done chopped his ass
No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass
No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
Drama act, in the cut were llamas at, copy cat
Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it, innocent
Niggas know my resume, .30 popper, Bay Bay kid
You don't know who Bay Bay is? 4-6, Woodlawn
OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit
Uzi spit, got a deal
Coolin' with my movie bitch
Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy bitch
Get head from my groupie bitch
You wifin' hoes, you losin' it
Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
Police at my baby shower
Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a hunnid thou'
Daddy on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin' out
You know I bring savage out
Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out
Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
Bro'nem gotta be bondin' out
Me and my bitch we bondin' now
No Cass, but that MAC I got, that bitch work condom style
I spit crack like Bobby Brown
They know I'm a problem child
Wifin', we don't do that shit, that shit be triflin'
'Cause the same bitch that eat the cliquw, like she dykin'
Lovin' hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in
She sucking dick, that's same bitch you give goodnight kiss
Sucka, yo' ass a sucka, Superman
If I can't make you dance I bet that Uzi can
Backflip, if you front your move when that MAC spit
All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit
Five (let's get it, yeah), four (yeah), three (let's get it, yeah), two
(I'm back in) one
My shooters gon' shoot some shit
Ruthless shit 'cause we do this shit
Black girls on some spooky shit
Droppin' shit, we go through some shit
Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit
Goofy niggas claimin' shit, niggas ain't even do this shit
OTF, 300, 3Hunna, no, that be GBE
Body count with the opps, we on the top 'cause we stay in the lead
Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul, my Clippers give him three
You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talkin' Tennessee
Massacre, robbin' shit, masked up like I'm Dracula
Mobbin' shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin' up
Twister with the blicky, it's black and it spins fast as fuck
Niggas rapped a life time, who'd ever thought I'd pass 'em up
I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang
Where shorty be posted in cuts in them gangways
Crangin' niggas, police ass niggas call 'em ranger niggas
Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga
Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah (let's get it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Feelin' good
Let's get it
Fuck 'em