CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Welcome 2 Da City
Welcome to the city where the youngin's die quickly
Errrday somebody get shot
Ain’t got guap for the 60 cause the n***a really sh*tty
Shoulda’ known the f**k [?], trap! (No don’t f**k with me!)
I got big ol’ sacks, blunts and crack, lean and smack. (That smack!)
I po’ fo’ of that act, pop the flat, load the mack. (Ayy load that mack!)
Who got beef with me?
I’m in this b*t*h one deep, with that heat on me. (Who got beef with me?!)
These boys be scared of me
I’m Triple H, I bring The Pedigree
I got the skeet, I got the drop, I’m finna’ run up in his spot
I kick the door, they hit the floor
I need them drugs, I need that guap. (I need it!)
These rappers saying that they [?], with they high school diploma
I ain’t get out 7th grade, I was in the hunnid’, on the corner
R-I-P my granny, know you watch over me errday. (I miss you!)
Keep that chop on me, wish someone would, Imma let it spray
Pull up on the block, 2 liters full of drop, I’m sipping drank. (lean, lean!)
[?], sold the Wok, then you know I pour me mo’ drank. (Po’ it up!)
Percy, Xanny, in my pocket
On my family, tote them rockets
Love my life, I won’t stop it, come to my block, you can cop it
Three slick, three milli, Bobby, Whitney
Well come get me, we ain’t fightin’, we ignitin’
We busting Ks and loaded semi’s
Trap on deck, no one flex
No need for [?], we shoot the best
Boy I’m blessed, I’m up next
b*t*h Ion want no f**king text, I want that neck
Want that mouth, know how I rock in down south
f**ked your spouse then kicked her out
They know how it go, no doubt. (Boom! Boom!)
Finessin scripts, I’m bussin’ pints
I got that coke and I cut white
They won’t fight, these boys in fright, I’m really outchea’ all night. (I’m outchea!)
Getcho white, and that’s my job, and everybody know I f**king rob. (I rob!)
I get them bells, I break them down
I throw two [?], I do not lie. (Touchdown!)
No fumbles, ready to rumble, double cups full of purple petals
Say they hustlin’, I go [?]
Who they call, they don’t want no trouble
Errrday somebody get shot
Ain’t got guap for the 60 cause the n***a really sh*tty
Shoulda’ known the f**k [?], trap! (No don’t f**k with me!)
I got big ol’ sacks, blunts and crack, lean and smack. (That smack!)
I po’ fo’ of that act, pop the flat, load the mack. (Ayy load that mack!)
Who got beef with me?
I’m in this b*t*h one deep, with that heat on me. (Who got beef with me?!)
These boys be scared of me
I’m Triple H, I bring The Pedigree
I got the skeet, I got the drop, I’m finna’ run up in his spot
I kick the door, they hit the floor
I need them drugs, I need that guap. (I need it!)
These rappers saying that they [?], with they high school diploma
I ain’t get out 7th grade, I was in the hunnid’, on the corner
R-I-P my granny, know you watch over me errday. (I miss you!)
Keep that chop on me, wish someone would, Imma let it spray
Pull up on the block, 2 liters full of drop, I’m sipping drank. (lean, lean!)
[?], sold the Wok, then you know I pour me mo’ drank. (Po’ it up!)
Percy, Xanny, in my pocket
On my family, tote them rockets
Love my life, I won’t stop it, come to my block, you can cop it
Three slick, three milli, Bobby, Whitney
Well come get me, we ain’t fightin’, we ignitin’
We busting Ks and loaded semi’s
Trap on deck, no one flex
No need for [?], we shoot the best
Boy I’m blessed, I’m up next
b*t*h Ion want no f**king text, I want that neck
Want that mouth, know how I rock in down south
f**ked your spouse then kicked her out
They know how it go, no doubt. (Boom! Boom!)
Finessin scripts, I’m bussin’ pints
I got that coke and I cut white
They won’t fight, these boys in fright, I’m really outchea’ all night. (I’m outchea!)
Getcho white, and that’s my job, and everybody know I f**king rob. (I rob!)
I get them bells, I break them down
I throw two [?], I do not lie. (Touchdown!)
No fumbles, ready to rumble, double cups full of purple petals
Say they hustlin’, I go [?]
Who they call, they don’t want no trouble
