RANRU x DJ CAPOM "R.I.C.H. PT.2" (THE BOONDOCK SAINTS)

RANRU x DJ CAPCOM "R.I.C.H. PT. 2" (THE BOONDOCK SAINTS) by GUNRULE TV

LYRICS: start this movement

X2 WE GETTING MONEY (YEAH)
WE GETTING MONEY (WE BALLIN IN SUNSHINE)

THROW THOSE 100 BILLS IN AIR/
THROW THOSE GOT DAMN ONES IN THE AIR/
WE GETTIN MONEY OVER HERE/
EVERYBODY OVER HERE BALLIN DEAR/
EVERYBODY HERE ALL IN HERE/
GUNRULE HELL YEAH WE ALL HERE/
MY MONEY STAND BILL LAIMBEER/
RIGHT WRIST FROZE, LEFT WRIST ON CHILL/
EVERY SINGLE STONE IS REAL IN/
AINT NONE OF THESE DIAMONDS CHANDELIER/
MY CLARITY IS SOOO CRYSTAL CLEAR/
TELL THE WAITRESS WE NEED CRYST' OVER HERE/ (YEAH)
& TWO MORE FIFTHS OVER HERE/
THATS EXPENSIVE SHIT NO BEERS IN HERE/
ALL MY NIGGAS MADE THE LIST THIS YEAR/
IM SURE U KNOW WE TOOK A HIT THIS YEAR/



LIFT YA GLASSES IN THE AIR: LETS ALL YELL CHEERS/
FOR THE HUSTLERS WHO CANT BE HERE/
MAAAAN I WISH MY MAAAN I WAS HERE/
DAMN I WISH HE WAS STANDING HERE/
WE STAND UP MEN, ALL THE RATS OVER THERE/
MATTERFACT WHO LET THEM RATS IN HERE/
THIS SITUATION HERE IS SOO SEVERE/
AND U CAN TELL THAT WE'RE SO SINCERE/ (YEAH)
I GOT MY CAREER IN GEAR/
MY FOOTWEAR IS SOO PREMIER/
(YES) MY STYLE SOO G4 LEAR/
LIKE MONEY MONT SAID IM SOO QUADIR/
AND UR SOO QUEER...



X2 WE GETTING MONEY (YEAH)
WE GETTING MONEY (WE BALLIN IN SUNSHINE)

LYRICS: try the team

okay the strippers on the pole, they dancing fa dough/
she gon make it hit the floor, thats when u let it go/
let it goooo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go/
my niggas getting dough, is that what they hatin fo/
i guess these nggas want a war, f' the talking let it go/
let it goo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go/
okay heavy got the choppa, ace load the glock up/
digi keep the blocka ranru is monster/
u can tell by our posture them boys quick to pop ya/
we cant hear the talking too much noise from the choppa/
the k we call it waka cuz all it say flocka/
we the construction crew watch us tear ya f'n block up/
u a baller blocker, the rasta's call us shottas/
u girl call me poppa biggie smalls who shot ya/
present day mobster hundred dollar pasta/
at the strip club bossin thrown hundreds like they dollars/
we don't pop our collars, we known for fa poppin cowards/
we known fa poppin bottles, we known fa poppin hollows/
GUNRULE BABY WE THE MF POWER/
the brand-new bmf the sign reads (the world is ours/)
wolfpackgang doube r ruff ryders/
maaaan muthafuck rap i got rich off the powder/ (rannnn)

okay the strippers on the pole, they dancing fa dough/
she gon make it hit the floor, thats when u let it go/
let it goooo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go/
my niggas getting dough, is that what they hatin fo/
i guess these nggas want a war, f' the talking let it go/
let it goo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go

LYRICS: 07-2011

STANDING ON THE CORNER POLICE EVERYWHERE/
WE JUST STANDING HERE WE EVERYWHERE U NEVER THERE/
IM WELCOME ANYWHERE BONE CRUSHER NEVER SCARED/
WE JUST GETTING OUR MONEY AS THE NEIGHBORS STARE/
THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCHED BUT THEY NEVER CARED/
THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH WAS VISUALLY IMPAIRED/
MY NEIGHBORHOOD CLOCKS 300 DAYS A YEAR/
THE OTHER 65 WE WAS CHILLING GETTING HIGH/
AS CHILDREN WE WAS BARELY GETTIN BY/
BUT THAT WAS THE PAST NOW IM GETTIN MINES/
WE STARTED OUT MOVING DIMES MY EIGHTY'S TURNED TO NINES/
I TURNED THAT 18 TO 36 IN NO TIIIIME/
NO WHIPS NO RIMS NO SHINES JUST A SAFE FULLA BENJAMINS…NO LIE/
COWBOYS N INDIANS MY FO' FIVE/
WILL LIGHT UP THE WHOLE STRIP… SHOWTIME/
ITS TOO LATE TO STOP NOW ITS GO TIME/
LATER FOR SCHOOL I'LL THINK GO GRIND/
MY QUOTA TODAY IS A THOUSAND DIMES/
I ALMOST LOST MY MIND NOV 9TH 99/
STUCK IN THE GAME I'LL NEVER RESIGN/
IMMA HUSTLER BY DESIGN/
I WAS TOLD IF U FAIL ONCE KEEP TRYING/
& IF U WANT A CHEAPER PRICE U GOTTA KEEP BUYING/

LYRICS: LA LA LA

THE HARD 24, BOY THE SOFT 28/
AND WE GET IT POPPIN IN LIKE 20 STATES/
PULL UP THE FUNCTION ITS 20 DIFFERENT PLATES/
TRYNA GET A CAKE FOR LIKE 20 STR8/
PULL UP IN THE PARKIN LOT, ITS KINDA HOT/
THE SUNSHINE'N BUT THIS PARKING LOT IS KINDA HOT/
SO I PARKED BY THE MINI MART/
THIS NIGGA RODE PAST HE MUST DIDNT PARK/
SO I PUT V IN D, ROLLED THE WINDOW DOWN GAVE THE HORN BEEP/
THEM BOYZ HOPPED OUT DEEP LOOKING SWEET IN FOREIGN JEEP/
IN A ALL WHITE RANGE WITH THE TAN & ORANGE SEATS/
I CAN BARELY HEAR'M SPEAK, HIS BEATS BANGING OUT THE ROVER/
SO FUCK IT I JUST JUMPED OUT THE CAR AND WALK OVER/
A FOR A SECOND WE TALKED IT OVER/
EVERYTHING WAS KOSHER/
I GAVE HIS MAN THE NOD… I SWITCHED BAGS WITH HIS SOLDIER/

THEY HOPPED BACK IN THE ROVER.
I HOPPED BACK IN MY 04/
LOCKED BOTH DOORS AND PUT THE PEDAL PUT THE FLOOR/
U CAN HEAR MY ENGINE ROAR/
I JUMPED ON THE 94/
I TOLD THE NIGGA IF ITS STR8 I WOULD BUY MORE/
LATER FOR DEM CARS, WE TOO BUSY BUYING RAW/
EYES LOCKED IN REARVIEW, LOOKING FOR LAW/
MY CELLY GOING OFF, F' IT I TURNED IT OFF/
I DONT NEED NO DISTRACTIONS UNTIL I DROP IT OFF/
(DROP IT OFF) I REACHED MY EXIT SO I GOT OFF/
FUCK… I FORGOT TO STOP BY LOFT/
AND PICK UP THAT ONE THING/
SO I GOT ON THE PHONE & CALLED MY YOUNG THING….
(PHONE DIAL… )

LYRICS: I AM KING

we just swerving x6

summertime… its hot out/
f' it pull the drop out/
middle school drop out/
ballin no lock out/
i swear the whole block out/
& u know the f'n cops out/
u know hot out, they pull up & hop out/
(word) u know i brought glock out/
10 shot maggy, pants kinda baggy/
2 clips in my pocket so my pants slightly saggy/
niggas face get soggy, when i pull out sally/
got the dutch all soggy tryna roll that cali/
the pigs in the alley, the fiends kinda aggy/
since the price went up them niggas got that whip up/
times is hard fam… so niggas whip up/
break the whole chic up, & put in the blendaa/
whip it to the right keep water in the center/
maaan i got right this winter/
balled all summer, like the #1 stunna/
in that h2 hummer on 30's nuthin younger/

headed to the hood swerving thru the corners/ (swerving)

chrous: we just swerving x6

all black gsxr… im rolling take a picture/
i flew thru the traffic light, the camera took a picture/
im roooolllllinnn… but not on e pills/
most of us got 2, but some on 3 wheels/
my man flew by me doing 90 on one wheel/
a voice in my chatterbox said "yo son ill"
yeah that shit was surreal, but is talking bout me or son on one wheel/
cuz shawty on the back gotta ass thats unreal/
im eatin i aint miss one meal/
if u ask me about me they will tell u son real/
the son went down, so i turned my lights on/
all black everything including my icon/
every chick out got some hills & tights on/
as soon we pulled up they was biting like pythons/
we shine like hid lights throw the brights on/
fam hit throttle his shit sound like a pipe bomb

its time to ride out get ya horse & hop on/(swerving)

chrous: we just swerving x6

LYRICS: LIVIN MY LIFE PT.3

I JUST LIVING MY LIFE X4
MY LI FE (REPEAT)

HUH… THAT MASERATI MEAN AINT IT/
BROUGHT THE BIKE, B4 HE RODE IT GOT THANG PAINTED/
BROUGHT THE CRIB B4 U KNOW IT GOT IT DECORATED/
DUMB DIAMONDS ON MY WRIST BUT IM EDUCATED/
HALF ASS HUSTLERS, THESE NIGGAS OVER-RATED/
WE OVER ACHIEVERS SO I KNOW THEY HATED/
I DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL THEY SAID I WOULDN'T MAKE IT/.
SWIMMING LAPS IN THE POOL DAMN A NIGGA MADE IT/
I TOOK THE RED PILL I ATE IT/
U BLUE PILL POPPERS STILL CAUGHT IN THE MATRIX/
10,000 GRAMS IN A TOYOTA MATRIX/
I RAN ISREAL… NIGGA IM KING DAVID/
THIS KING SIZE BRACELET GOT'M SALIVATING/
THE HOOD SAY I AINT DOWN B'CUZ IM ELEVATING/
LIKE MY NIGGA FROM CALI WOULD SAY, HELLA HATING/
I OFFERED MY HAND BUT U WOULDN'T TAKE IT/

I GOT THE CORNERS BLEEDING LIKE ITS MENSTRUATING/
A MINUTE PAST THATS A MINUTE WASTED/
DRUG FREE BUT THE MONEY KEEP A NIGGA WASTED/
I BEEN HAD ENOUGH TO QUIT ON SOME ANYDAY SHIT/
ACE OF SPADE BOTTLES EVERYWHERE THATS OUR EVERYDAY SHIT/
ALL OUR JEWELS LIGHT UP LIKE LAS VEGAS/
$100 BLACK JACK I LOST PAPER/
TRY TO GIVE MY NIGGA 30 CUZ HE FLOSS PAPER/
LIKE MY NIGGA FROM CALI WOULD SAY BOSS PLAYER/
IF IT AINT ABOUT A PROFIT, GET LOST PLAYER/

LYRICS: SUPER HIGH

BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE ALL OVER THE ROOM/
TOP FLOOR OF THAT FOUR STAR, BLOWING SMOKE AT THE MOON/
A GANGSTER FROM THE WOMB, RESPECTED BY THE GOONS/
NOTICE I DIDNT SAY PROTECTED BY THEM GOONS/
ARMORAL PROTECTANT, ALL OVER MY DASH/
GETTING CASH IN SUMN FAST, BE AT U IN A ZOOM/
MY SPEAKERS GOIN BOOM, I SPEND IT LIKE IM BOOM/
I AINT TRIPPIN CUZ I KNOW MY STREETS GON IS BOOM/
MODERN DAY MAFIA, $50 TILAPIA/
POSE FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHERS/
THEN POST IT FOR MY FOLLOWERS/
THE FBI FOLLOW US, HOPING OUT A FOREIGN/
AND I KNOW ITS BORING FOLLOWING ME TO RENAISSANCE/
AHEAD OF MY TIME… IM JUST SOO BEYOND/
IT AINT THE ICE ON MY ARMS, ITS MY AMBIENCE/
MY ENTOURAGE ALL WHIPS & CHAINS LIKE AMISTAD/

MY ACCY AHMED TOLD ME IMMA GOD/
FUCK THE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE NIGGA IMMA JOB/
FUCK WHAT U HEARD NIGGA IMMA PROB/
IMMA KILL, IMMA DEAL, IMMA ROB/
DONT THEM PICS IN THE ROB REPORT, MAKE U GO HARD/
A-1 CREDIT... NO CARDS/
WHAT I SPENT ON KARMALOOP I COULDA BROUGHT A CAR/
MY COKE COME KILOS, MY KUSH IN JARS/
WHAT U COLLECT ON YA INCOME TAX I SPEND IT IN A BAR/
WHAT U SPEND IN THE BAR BOSS… WE SPEND ON CIGARS/(AWWW)
URS IS IN THE CAR, MINES IS THE BAR/
I'LL DO YA ASS DIRTY THEN SPIT IT IN A BAR/
CRACK THAT SPRITE OPEN… MIX IT WITH THE BAR/
MY WEST COAST NIGGAS MIXED THE WHITE WITH THE BOY/
ADD A LIL SODA MIX IT WITH THE ROIDS/
RANRU IN THE STREETS IS LIKE NICKY ON ROIDS/

BE CAREFUL WHAT U SAY WHEN U CALLING MY DROID/
DIGI CALLED ME NOID… BUT JAY CALLED ME CAREFUL/
I JUST BROUGHT A NEW DIGI THIS SHIT WEIGH A ELBOW/
WITH ALL THIS JEALOUSY IM JUST TRYNA LAY L.O./
THE HOOD WANT THE WHITE… BUT ALL I GOT IS YELLOW/
ITS JUNE... I BEEN THE PUSHING SAME BATCH SINCE APRIL/
POCKET FULLA BEGALS, TRUNK FULLA LEGGOS/
ALL THESE PESOS/ MAKE ME AN A-HOLE/
THE STREETS TOLD ME HW WAS A-MOLE/
BUT TRUTHFULLY WHAT THE F' DO THEY KNOW/
HOP OUT THE REGAL… WALK INTO CASEY STEGALS/
ORDER THE WHOLE MENU, IM JUST TRYNA FEED MY PPL/
WE ON THE COURT U ON THE BLEACHERS/
NOW THEY HIT ME ON MY CHIRP, THEY USTA HIT ME ON MY BEEPER/
USTA HUSTLE 4 STARTER JACKETS & SHOE PALACE SNEAKERS/
IN THE SIXTH GRADE I WAS MORE PAID THEN THE TEACHERS/

SPONSORED BY THE GEEKERS, IM JUST TRYNA BE EARNER/
I DONT WANNA RUN 4 OFFICE… I JUST WANNA RUN THE CORNERS/
KUSH N CORONA, MARIJUANA AROMA/
JUST THE THOUGHT OF ALL THOSE COMMA'S KINDA GIVES ME A BONER/
I WAS JUST A WORKER… NOW IM THE OWNER/
I STARTED WITH A CIRCLE… TURNED IT TO WHOLE ONE/
I SUPPLIED MY WHOLE CIRCLE, NOW EVERY ON ONE/
WE WAS JUST RENTING… NOW WE OWN'M/
MY POPS SAT ME DOWN TOLD ME: GETCHA OWN SON/
AND IMMA HAVE THE SAME CONVO WITH MY OWN SON/
DONT WORRY ABOUT MINES GETCHA OWN SON/
I DONT WORRY ABOUT HARD TIMES IM ON SON/

LYRICS: powerball

balling like 24, thirty six for 24/
we got 240 tell'm bring me 9 mo/
i got a play for 56 i might give'm like 5'fo/
hit it the crentine thats a extra nine o's/

22 for 50 bo's tell'm bring me 50 mo/
i got a play for 20 tho' i might front'm like 20 mo/
this nigga think our whips the same, but my shit cost like 20 mo/
my shit more like 46, and his shit more like 24/

my homie dropped a 24, his shit bounced to 45/
and he don't know how to whip, so this shit goin fa 49/
tearing down sumerset, always on that otherside/
reversible louie belt… flip it to otherside/

this nigga think our belts the same, my shit cost another three/
this want nigga another half i might front him another e/
thats a xtra 10 a key... total thats a hunid g's/
charge the nigga 17, and lemme owe 43/


we both brought three belts a piece, but i spent like another g/

SUPREME FOCUS "SPECIAL" (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) 1080HD

RUFF RYDIN' RAN!

"CRAZY GUNS" RANRU DJ CAPCOM DJ COMPOSITION

RanRu - "Crazy Guns" by GUNRULE TV

"CRAZY GUNS"

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THE EDITOR VLOGZ s3 EP.4: RANRU FALLS ASLEEP WHILE RAPPING...

LEAK: RANRU "BLAME ME"

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LYRICS: THE WAY

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WHO GIVES A FUCK I DONT GIVA FUK/
DO U GIVA FUK, NAW HE DONT GIVA FUK/
WE GOIN HARD WE AINT GIVING UP/
TIL WE SEE THEM BARS WE GON LIVE IT UP/
BLEND THE BLOW WITH SODA SIFT IT UP/
PUT THE PRODUCT IN THE POT, MIX IT UP/
PUT THE RIMS ON THE WHIP LIFT IT UP/
I THROW THE MONEY ON STAGE SHE PICK IT UP/
AS SOON AS THE CLUB CLOSE I PICK'R UP/
AS SOON I BUST OFF.. SHE GET IT UP/
TAG THE PUSSY LIKE A WHITE WALL.. HIT IT UP/
AS SOON AS IT COME OUT SHE LICK IT UP/
I DROP IT OFF… HE PICK IT UP/
I FIND THE SPOT… HE STICK IT UP/
MAAAAN THATS MY MF NIGGA BUT/
HE PLAYED WITH MY MONEY SO I LIT'M UP/

BLOOD 4 BLOOD FUNDS OVER FUN/
SLUG 4 SLUG SHOOT OUT IN THE SLUMS/
LOVE IS LOVE WE WAR OVER ONES/
WE FOLD THE MONEY BACKWARDS ONES OVER HUNS/
GOTTA STAY ON POINT INCASE THE PIGS COME/
THESE COPS WILL SET U UP LIKE THEY MUMS/
WE RULE THE NIGHT DONT PLAY DUMB/
BUT STILL HUSTLE TILL WE SEE THE SUN/
(CUT THROATS) THESE BOYS WILL KILL U FOR A MESLEY CRUMB/
100 ROUNDS IN A DRUM.. RED RUM/
BOOOY THAT CHOPPA BANG LIKE A BASS DRUM/
KEEP THAT THANG ON MY WAIST… WAIST'M/
PUT THEM SLUGS IN YA MOUTH TASTE'M/
BEEN MOVING BASE SINCE DAY 1/
THE FIENDS MEMORIZE YA FACE IF ITS A1/
HIDE YA PACK IN THE CUT IF CANT RUN/

ROCKS UNDER MY TOUNGE, IF THE JAKE COME/
I'LL SWALLOW THESE BITCHES/
B4 THEY CATCH ME WITH THIS GUN I'LL HOLLOW THESE BITCHES/
CHASING THAT MONEY I FOLLOW THESE RICHES/
STAY AWAY THE DUMMYS THESE COWARD SNITCHES (IM GONE)

LYRICS: WHIP MY HAIR RMX

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PLENTY SHOOTERS ON PA-AY ROLL/
ALL I GOTTA SAY IS GO/
BEEN DOING THIS SHIT SINCE 8 YRS OLD/
M9SIXTY CALICO, BIG M60 RAMBO/
1 AR 2 M4'S 100 ROUNDS I LOAD IT SLOW/
TEARING DOWN YA GRANDMA DOOR/
THEY KNOW JUST WHAT WE CAME HERE FOR/
44 I AIM IT LOW, I ALWAYS HIT WHAT IM AIMING FOR/
THIS IS WHAT THEY BLAME ME FOR/
BUT THIS IS WHAT THEY PAY ME FOR/
THIS IS WHAT THEY HATE ME FOR/
BUT THIS IS WHAT THEY MADE ME FOR/
THIS IS WHAT THEY AINT… ME… FOR/
THIS IS WHAT THEY THANK ME FOR/
WTH THEY TAKE ME FOR/
KICK THE DOOR, TAKE THE DOUGH/

KILL THE DOG, TAPE THE HOE/
KILL THE TRACK, RAPED THE FLOW/
I NEVER HAVE TO RAPE THE HOE/
I NEVER HAVE DATE THE HOE/
THE 1ST DAY THAT I MET THE HOE /
THE BITCH GAVE ME FELCIO/
MY STYLE IS PEDICO/
CLUB XS IN MEXICO/
SHOUT OUT TO MY BORIQUES/
THAT PLUG ME WITH THE MEDICAL/
WITH ME ITS WHATEVER YO/
I CAN GET WHATEVER YO/
MY CREDIT IS WONDERFUL/
MY DEBIT IS WONDERFUL/
JUST HIT ME WHEN U WANTED BRO/
I'LL BRING IT WHERE U WANTED BRO/

I CAN GET FRONTED BRO/
& I CAN GET YOU HUNTED BRO/
GET YOU MURDERED FOR A HUNIT BRO/
ITS HOWEVER U WANT IT BRO/
I DONT THINK U WANT IT BRO/
TRY ME IF U WANT IT BRO/
TRY ME IF U WANNA GO/
TRY ME IF U WANT A WAR/
TRY ME AND UR GONNA GO/
YA BLOOD WILL BE ALL ON… THE… FLOOR/
YA BLOOD WILL BE ALL ON THE WALL/
YA BLOOD WILL BE ALL IN YA CRIB/
YA BLOOD WILL BE ALL IN… YA… CAR/
YA BLOOD WILL BE ALL IN THE BAR/
I PUT MY LIFE IN EVERY BAR/
EVERY WOUND, EVERY SCAR/

EVERY FIGHT, EVERY BRAWL/
EVERY RISE, EVERY FALL/
EVERY TRIP, EVERY MALL/
EVERY CRIB, EVERY... CAR/
EVERY TRUTH I NEVER LIE/
INDICT MYSELF IN EVERY LINE/
EXPECT THE TRUTH EVERY LINE/
EVERY TIME U HEAR ME IM/
GIVING YOU THE REAL ME: IM/
TELLING U WHATS REALLY GOIN ON IN MY CITY: IM/
KILLIN NIGGA REALLY: IM/
CHARLIE SHEEN WINNING: THEY/
CHARLIE WILSON SINGING: IM/
FINISH SO IM ENDING... NOW/

BRANDNEW…

LYRICS: HOLD YOU RMX

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SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE BUT I DONT WANNA GO/
I TELL HER STAY... BUT SHE WANNA GO/
SHE WANTED ME... WHEN I DIDNT WANT HER YO/
NOW THAT I WANT HER... SHE DONT WANT ME YOOOO/
WTF IS GOIN ON/
IS THIS A MERRY GO ROUND IM THREW JUMPIN ON/
IM THREW WASTING MY TIME... THATS TOO F'N LONG/
IM THREW WASTING MY TEARS IM TOO F'N STRONG/
HELL YEAH I CRIED BITCH IM F'N GROWN/
DONT WORRY BOUT ME... DO YA F'N OWN/
IM GONE... IM SOOO F'N GONE/
THE NEXT TIME U SEE ME I'LL BE ON MY OWN/
IM BY MYSELF IM IN MY OWN F'N ZONE/
U R NOT WELCOME DONT CALL MY PHONE/
MY VOICEMAIL FULL... LEAVE MY GMAIL ALONE/
U CAN KEEP YO KEYS I CHANGE THE LOCKS AT MY HOME/
IS THERE A HOUSE FOR A HEART TONIGHT? UH UN/

IM DONE... IM FEENA FIND ME ANOTHER ONE/
GUESS WHO SWEATIN ME NOW... THIS IS DUMB/
WTF IS GOIN ON/
IS THIS A MERRY GO ROUND, IM THREW JUMPIN ON/
SINCE MERRY GO ROUND WOODLAND MALL WE WAS ONE/
WHEN I WAS COPPIN THOSE SKIDS IT WAS ME N YOU BIIITCH/
I CANT TAKE THIS SHIIIIT/
THIS SHIT DRIVING ME CRAZY I HATE THIS BITCH/
I WANNA VOMIT, IM SICK TO MY STOMACH IM SICK/
IM DONE, I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT... I QUIT/
IM QUICK TO DISMISS YOU, IM QUICK TO DISS YOU/
BUT THE TRUTH IS GIRL I MISS YOU/