"4eva Tossing Fa Tha Gang Intro" lyrics
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Alright (Come on, come on)
Forever tossin' for the gang, nigga (Long live Mook, long live Mike)
I don't how else you niggas want me to give it to y'all (We steppin' on shit for them names)
Alright, come on (SlickDa3rd, let's go crazy, you niggas'll figure it out, though, come on)
If you ain't tryna slide, I don't wanna talk (I don't wanna talk)
I'm a boss, I'll show you how to handle a loss (I am)
I'd give a nigga sugar and tell him it's salt (Dumbass)
Give Brick a load and he gettin' it off (He gettin' it gone)
Long live Mook, baby chief of the Toss (My shorty)
What happened to shh? He got nailed to the cross (Dumbass, his dead ass)
On rich, dumb shit, pour a eight in a the vault (Eight, a eight)
Hittin' the store, fuck it off, forget what I bought (My dumb ass)
I ain't gon' lie, I don't need no one-foot-in-one-foot-out-ass niggas around me (I don't, no bullshit, fuck on)
If you ain't ready to throw your life away for this shit or die, get the fuck on (You ain't slidin', dyin' for this shit, I don't want you around)
Long live Mook, long live Mike, forever tossin' for the gang (Long live the guys)
Don't say they name in vain or there's gon' be double L's in front your name (Boy, you better not, long live, man)
Okay, back and they sick, but that lil' nigga coughin' (Come here, come here)
He say he fuckin' with me, man, that lil' nigga off somethin' (High, fried)
Somethin' they know 'bout lil' Von, man, that nigga'll off somethin' (Gon' kill somethin', kill somethin')
Ask Lil Three, he'll tell you them hawks nothin' (No)
Can't talk to the plug if he ain't never bought nothin' (No, no, bitch ass)
Know Baby Spark chillin', I'm the one make him hawk somethin' (Go get 'em)
I really got shorties, go ask, they'll toss somethin' (Toss, toss)
The way that we step on shit, you would think that the Hulk comin' (For real)
Ain't never had shit, so you can't tell me stop stuntin' (Know that)
Chill for a minute, but never gon' stop huntin' (A minute)
Shoot at the opps for a month, got 'em pressin' the stop button (Come here, they tried, grrah, grrah)
Really my dog forever, he shot for me (You know that)
You gon' lose everything if you tell 'em who shot buddy (Your rat ass)
Caught him tryna eat and left the whole lot bloody (Come here, come here, shit)
Niggas'll die over Mike, that's my cousin (Know that)
If the B get away, I'm the one that the cops study (You know that)
Bitch, we get over, don't ever get even (Get even, you know that)
Really locked in, I got shooters in Cleveland (Shooters in Cleveland)
I'm ready to shoot, just give me a reason (Give me a reason, grrah, grrah)
Tell 'em free Famous, big brother a demon (Brother a demon)
Shoot 'til he fall on the ground and keep on squeezin' (Come here, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Put three shots in his body, the lil' nigga screamin' (Ah)
Thirsty for blood, my lil' nigga fiendin'
I lost my dogs, I'm internally bleedin' (Long live the guys)
We gon' dish this shit out just how we took the smoke, nigga (You know that)
We know what come with this shit, nigga (For real), but some shit just be unfortunate (For real)
Long live Mook, long live Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life
Forever tossin' for the gang, go (You know that)
Niggas want me to take of them and slide and do all this other shit (Can't do that shit)
I can't do everything, I'm just one man
If you ain't slidin' or providin' for the gang, you can get the fuck on, go (Bronem grave, nigga)
Alright (Come on, come on)
Forever tossin' for the gang, nigga (Long live Mook, long live Mike)
I don't how else you niggas want me to give it to y'all (We steppin' on shit for them names)
Alright, come on (SlickDa3rd, let's go crazy, you niggas'll figure it out, though, come on)
If you ain't tryna slide, I don't wanna talk (I don't wanna talk)
I'm a boss, I'll show you how to handle a loss (I am)
I'd give a nigga sugar and tell him it's salt (Dumbass)
Give Brick a load and he gettin' it off (He gettin' it gone)
Long live Mook, baby chief of the Toss (My shorty)
What happened to shh? He got nailed to the cross (Dumbass, his dead ass)
On rich, dumb shit, pour a eight in a the vault (Eight, a eight)
Hittin' the store, fuck it off, forget what I bought (My dumb ass)
I ain't gon' lie, I don't need no one-foot-in-one-foot-out-ass niggas around me (I don't, no bullshit, fuck on)
If you ain't ready to throw your life away for this shit or die, get the fuck on (You ain't slidin', dyin' for this shit, I don't want you around)
Long live Mook, long live Mike, forever tossin' for the gang (Long live the guys)
Don't say they name in vain or there's gon' be double L's in front your name (Boy, you better not, long live, man)
Okay, back and they sick, but that lil' nigga coughin' (Come here, come here)
He say he fuckin' with me, man, that lil' nigga off somethin' (High, fried)
Somethin' they know 'bout lil' Von, man, that nigga'll off somethin' (Gon' kill somethin', kill somethin')
Ask Lil Three, he'll tell you them hawks nothin' (No)
Can't talk to the plug if he ain't never bought nothin' (No, no, bitch ass)
Know Baby Spark chillin', I'm the one make him hawk somethin' (Go get 'em)
I really got shorties, go ask, they'll toss somethin' (Toss, toss)
The way that we step on shit, you would think that the Hulk comin' (For real)
Ain't never had shit, so you can't tell me stop stuntin' (Know that)
Chill for a minute, but never gon' stop huntin' (A minute)
Shoot at the opps for a month, got 'em pressin' the stop button (Come here, they tried, grrah, grrah)
Really my dog forever, he shot for me (You know that)
You gon' lose everything if you tell 'em who shot buddy (Your rat ass)
Caught him tryna eat and left the whole lot bloody (Come here, come here, shit)
Niggas'll die over Mike, that's my cousin (Know that)
If the B get away, I'm the one that the cops study (You know that)
Bitch, we get over, don't ever get even (Get even, you know that)
Really locked in, I got shooters in Cleveland (Shooters in Cleveland)
I'm ready to shoot, just give me a reason (Give me a reason, grrah, grrah)
Tell 'em free Famous, big brother a demon (Brother a demon)
Shoot 'til he fall on the ground and keep on squeezin' (Come here, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Put three shots in his body, the lil' nigga screamin' (Ah)
Thirsty for blood, my lil' nigga fiendin'
I lost my dogs, I'm internally bleedin' (Long live the guys)
We gon' dish this shit out just how we took the smoke, nigga (You know that)
We know what come with this shit, nigga (For real), but some shit just be unfortunate (For real)
Long live Mook, long live Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life
Forever tossin' for the gang, go (You know that)
Niggas want me to take of them and slide and do all this other shit (Can't do that shit)
I can't do everything, I'm just one man
If you ain't slidin' or providin' for the gang, you can get the fuck on, go (Bronem grave, nigga)
