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A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroy than what we built. History is written by the victors. That’s why we must win at all costs. This your story! Take off young nigga! Uh, yeahhhh, uh, I told the bitch this a dinner date She wanna fuck on me then stay Pulled off in a stingray Soft topped her Babe Ruth knocked the socks off her No softball, I’m an outlaw You a cornball, like a hot sauce Yeah, gotta lil packed out I got them racks on me right now I touched a 30 'fore I did my first show Shawty had them thangs for the low Who asked shawty? Hell if I know Parked the Benz at the front door Uhh, Cartiers on me, these frames can’t snatch these from me, Deebo Rest In Peace, my nigga Geno We was on the front street Had a Mac 10, I was 14 We was going everywhere 4 deep Parked the green Benz right across the street Air Force 1 whiter than a key Big Dog bark then they go eat They go spark shit 'bout me Yeah, niggas all on my line talking about “they starving” Nigga, we used to starve back then SongtexteFucked up, we used to rob back then Lucked up, hit on some cars back then Where the hell were y’all boys at then? Packed up in milk cars back then? We ain’t seen homeboy since when? I ain’t trying to do no more features I don’t like you, I don’t need you I’m go slide about my people I’m go lay down and do time, my freedom I can’t go nowhere without my Nina (I can’t go nowhere without my Nina) Look, this is HIStory Everything a true story Niggas switched, that shit tore me You ain’t never did shit for me See wonder my bitch warned me I ain’t listen, that shit haunt me I’m fucked up but I’m still learning I can’t let a nigga “Big Worm” me Uh, th' fuck you mean I can make HIStory Martin Luther was a nigga beast Shit, Barack Obama, was no Kennedy How is you go get rid of me? Show these fuck niggas no sympathy Got a drum on it, no symphony Got a bomb on it like I’m OD Smoking 'fore nigga when I’m OT Big dawg, niggas know me Spent 15 on my nose ring L'il Spanish bitch keep my clothes clean Got a white bitch but her nose clean Lay on a pot, wipe your nose clean Lay on the opps like a whole king When the boost was out, we was chirping You ain’t never put no work in Yeahh, get the money and drugs then we out Yeah, we put the money in the mattress but we ain’t got no drugs in the house Yeah, before I leave I grab my ratchet I just can’t get caught without it, yeah I told my my momma it’s a habit I ain’t been living without it Yeah yeahhhh Uh, I got Houston packed out I got a 100 on me right now We popped 100 bottles, fucked 100 models, had the youngins getting turned out Pulled up them semi-autos, get them fully autos,I need everything wiped out Feeling like, Boosie, bitch come wipe me down Feeling like, Pac, when I’m on the brown Yeah, this is HIStory Everything a true story Niggas switched, that shit tore me You ain’t never did shit for me See wonder my bitch warned me I ain’t listen, that shit haunt me I’m fucked up but I’m still learning I can’t let a nigga “Big Worm” me Uh, got the alpha pack out I got them racks on me right now, yeah I got Aces packed out I got them racks on me right now We in VLive right now I got them racks on me right now, yeah Par... uh uh uh.. front door Park the Benz at the front door, yeahh. (Skirt!!) Aus Songtexte Mania