Used 2

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi

I used to walk a thin line now I'm walking jet high

I used to fuck and get tired now I fuck her ten times

She used to make my dick rise now she make me ribeyes

She used to make me six-nine now she make her french fry

She used to make me love her now she made me realize

It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side

I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

Find out where you reside and find out where he hide

Run up in that bitch like: Hey pop-pop-pop, peace sign

Percocet, promethazyne, you can call me P-Rock

Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile

You goin' at my swamp then you're going at me slime

Your blood all over the sink, it look like red cheap wine

I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tee time

Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes

Shoot ya in ya head give ya ass three eyes

And ya still ain't seen a fucking thing until ya C5

I remember you I was never into you

I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you

And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you

They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dead

Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out

Oh, my God, I'm flipping out

Flipping out then dipping out

I tried to turn the page, oh my God, I ripped it out

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas

I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas

With my bros, smoke them niggas, like we dro you niggas

Kill your hoe too nigga and your go-to niggas

I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off

Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll

You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off

My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy

There was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on

Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all

And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking

Nigga spilled the beans, damn now it's coffee

Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant

I don't own a ski mask, that's a private party

Willies jumping off your ass like they shock absorbing

Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side

I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

Young Mulah, baby

And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5

I still don't know today

Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident

I still

I just don't, I, I be wanting to ask him

But I never asked him after all these years

Was that a accident or did he

Or was he playing with the gun

So I never really found out about what

You know what happ-

What really happened with him and that shooting