"Boss Don Shit" lyrics

Chyeah, fuck with your boy
Gain Greene, Boss Don shit
Yeah, we in the street man

I got a forty, tre-eight, Mossberg Pump
Niggas act like chumps, I'ma act like dump
On a motherfucker head from the fourth floor
Wrap 'em in gladdy bags, stuff 'em with the mothballs
Make the bitches work, give 'em all chores, bathroom, kitchen
My pumpers is doing numbers, they laughing, pitching
Smokin', drinkin', wishing they was him
Silver Surfer gettin' paid, you just tryna ride the wave
I'm the meanest, cleanest, S.O.B. on the East Coast
Keep a ounce of Diesel and the heat close (Yeah, uh)
The fifth will leave your meat smoked
Biggavelli, keep Coke
My baby mother got a deep throat (Deep throat)
And she swallow all the loons
I send some shooters that'll follow all your goons (Uh)
I'm big shit, sip the Grand Cru, keep the big lick
She waist high, Jet Blue the nigga, make his face fly (Face fly)
Yeah, I got a Chevy with a grill
Like I'm stackin' in the bay, all you rapper niggas gay
All you rapper niggas play (Play) games (Games)
Fuck the subliminal, nigga, we say names
Nigga, we take aim

Let's get this paper and let's splurge out
Gain Greene coming, you better put the word out
Let the Chevy Suburb out, swerve out (Swerve out)
Fuck with my bread and I'ma pull the third out
We ready to roll and we ready to ride
Niggas better hit the ground when we drivin' by
We ready to go and we ready to die (Ready to die)
We ready to live and we ready to ride

Ready, nigga
Uh, you already know, man
Harlem to the Bay
Max Biggavell
Boss Don, Million Dollar Baby, bitch
Shout to East San Diego
Mitchy Slick, gettin' money, nigga
Fuck with your boy
Uh, gotta love it, oww