"WYFL" lyrics
Yeah... Gunz!
Militia!
Heard the voice or the face, made the choice
Young Money
BX!... Yeah
Hop the pistol, got the issue? I squash it with the chopper with you
Shotta pon your block and wash it with you
Guide it with me. Case you thought I come for romping with you
Hop the semi. Smiffy jumpy, sluggy stompin with you
Fire lava. My revolver, sayonara
Bye tomorrow. I'll put you niggas in a line of Grabba
Nice and hotta. Got the ranks, they say I'm the Shabba
I'm a mobba. Who the don, they say I'm the dada
Keep it squeaky. Sim simma, no beep in the Bimmer jeep, we sneaky
Put the Nina with Chiquita, she get freaky freaky
If it's smoke, you know she likes it sticky icky
I'll let the blicky hicky make you do the Ricky, Ricky
If you wanna play, with your chick I let it lalalala atta boom shi-daay
Pepper seed him with the pump, left him spun the other way
I don't know another way. I just know the dutty way
I'm easily, legally deemed to be the Psychotic kind
A stray to your brain is the only way for a shot at mind
Crafty the 'matics will make him lay if I'm not inclined
And you bait me, then they'll be fishing you out. Bottom line
I'm kinda kind. Chemical balance is not aligned
Whatever design of the boxer I got to prop upon
It's all in the sport. You hit the floor, soccer time
I'm from where they pop a nine on your block is the copper mine
Locking eyes. Till it change when they're compromised
Soon as they caught him with a couple nickels, he dropped a dime
Got a flat 'fore he rode his way to the dotted line
Somehow I find it ironic they said it was not in time
Ballin', if not a rhyme we was taught all we got is crime
It ain't no easy walk. We crawl and learn how to climb
Heat is for greasy talk. The Nina just gotta shine
Proceed to dealing with death, you leaving without a sign
All of my niggas is steady shooters
Only way they be pointing fingers is if they're Freddy Krueger
Trained to put the work out. Personal, they was heavy movers
First time I aired, I was telling my niggas "let me do this."
I was a kid, I don't know what led me to this way of thinking
Only blood and some money will get me through this
Wish I finished school, could have been a student to fix computers
Switches lifted rulers that tutored bitches to pit maneuvers
Have him hooked to a tank, looking like he's finna scuba
Have the smoke blow through his face, like he's hitting hookah
If we ain't keeping it music, the shotty's the producer
For thinking shit was a movie, your body was the blooper
Watch what you say to Lil Peter
I'll give you metal when you stand, like I'm paying the meter
I'll put cabbage right on your patch; obey the procedure
They would have thought the bullets was bread, how they lay in your Caesar
Militia!
Heard the voice or the face, made the choice
Young Money
BX!... Yeah
Hop the pistol, got the issue? I squash it with the chopper with you
Shotta pon your block and wash it with you
Guide it with me. Case you thought I come for romping with you
Hop the semi. Smiffy jumpy, sluggy stompin with you
Fire lava. My revolver, sayonara
Bye tomorrow. I'll put you niggas in a line of Grabba
Nice and hotta. Got the ranks, they say I'm the Shabba
I'm a mobba. Who the don, they say I'm the dada
Keep it squeaky. Sim simma, no beep in the Bimmer jeep, we sneaky
Put the Nina with Chiquita, she get freaky freaky
If it's smoke, you know she likes it sticky icky
I'll let the blicky hicky make you do the Ricky, Ricky
If you wanna play, with your chick I let it lalalala atta boom shi-daay
Pepper seed him with the pump, left him spun the other way
I don't know another way. I just know the dutty way
I'm easily, legally deemed to be the Psychotic kind
A stray to your brain is the only way for a shot at mind
Crafty the 'matics will make him lay if I'm not inclined
And you bait me, then they'll be fishing you out. Bottom line
I'm kinda kind. Chemical balance is not aligned
Whatever design of the boxer I got to prop upon
It's all in the sport. You hit the floor, soccer time
I'm from where they pop a nine on your block is the copper mine
Locking eyes. Till it change when they're compromised
Soon as they caught him with a couple nickels, he dropped a dime
Got a flat 'fore he rode his way to the dotted line
Somehow I find it ironic they said it was not in time
Ballin', if not a rhyme we was taught all we got is crime
It ain't no easy walk. We crawl and learn how to climb
Heat is for greasy talk. The Nina just gotta shine
Proceed to dealing with death, you leaving without a sign
All of my niggas is steady shooters
Only way they be pointing fingers is if they're Freddy Krueger
Trained to put the work out. Personal, they was heavy movers
First time I aired, I was telling my niggas "let me do this."
I was a kid, I don't know what led me to this way of thinking
Only blood and some money will get me through this
Wish I finished school, could have been a student to fix computers
Switches lifted rulers that tutored bitches to pit maneuvers
Have him hooked to a tank, looking like he's finna scuba
Have the smoke blow through his face, like he's hitting hookah
If we ain't keeping it music, the shotty's the producer
For thinking shit was a movie, your body was the blooper
Watch what you say to Lil Peter
I'll give you metal when you stand, like I'm paying the meter
I'll put cabbage right on your patch; obey the procedure
They would have thought the bullets was bread, how they lay in your Caesar
