u way to wrong shawty u way to grown why u waistin your time oh [B5:] Any body out there ever been a victim why u let him treat u like a victim girl
I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing
no love. Ain't no way in hell, you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, str8 up.(Chorus) B.G. Knocc Out-Verse 5 I'm comin' 2 serve
ma, hell I'm the man to see Fulfill fantasies, slap the ass cheek Like I did my victims in my last robberies, hell You know the game, the name, 'B-L-A
with a capital B with an exclamation mark Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics 'Cause I'm on a rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim
your feet) Stand up (Stand up) Everybody hands up (Hands up) Uh, man, I dunno, man Everytime I go to think of something played out to say You already said it [Verse 1 - Royce da 5
s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot it?s cost me a lot [J Cole - Verse 1] Just one of them days a n-gga feel like flossin? a Stone Cold Stunna, victim
all nationalities a taste of reality Kool G Rap is here to draw And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue All victims unidentified
is comodified, felon for the second time Never was I into chasing trouble I was followed by Facing trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride Vilified, victimized
a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano] Came to wreck
high school, high school, yeah 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Time made me realize, that I could
coppas and his guns. Sendin' bodiez off yet, for the redrum Six feet in a ditch is where I'm leaving you bitch-ass niggas So come, come. Mo' victim
though was a hoe He's probably from your family, you married the most Who's the B, what's the beef, my lady, she's pregnant She's already 5 months, so
about being funky man Aiyyo give me that microphone It's Heavy D the baritone and I'm home alone dig it and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5
the heads of the rebels The bitterness erup's like a heart blas' Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin' Served by a cruelin' fighting 5 nights of
my people, niggaz say I'm too cerebral Lies, dub side, flippin' perfection through your section Sanity's slippin', whose the next victim to catch a bless [Verse 5
