#UW (Ultimate Warrior)

Intro: Living life as a thug nigga until the day I die (Nigga quick that before yo snitch ass get a shit bag nigga And I don't miss ass niggas) Look where I was, Look where I am I just want to start this off by saying.. I Don't Give A Fuck Nigga (Lito) Verse 1: Down bad, down on my last For a piece of mine you'll get every round in this mag 40 g's combined youll get every pound in this bag Damn near lost my mind I bet now them niggas is glad Well now I'm gone give em hell Yall done made a beast out me The beef and the street gossip When I sleep I dream of profit Still hollerin' "GRIND HARD" What you thought it was? Ain't nothing changed Just four cars more broads and a anotherchain And my squad goin' so hard Let them rap niggas slide because the sack came We get em by the hunddres and statch chain I'm at the stage backstage with that plastic thing Clip on 32 call it Young Juice (aye) So you know what to do if I front you And you don't want them dudes to confront you Front page news when I come thru A lot of niggas sour that ain't how I roll It's just me and my ciroc a young bitch and a Glock Like fuck another nigga I'm out this bitch solo I'm on my Lito I been on one right now I'm on three more Race car hit the garage any many miny mo This hit the GAS it's time to go Hit the club to find a club No shake the club I'm trying to slow Down but I can't though KNow you know that ain't yo bitch! Ol bitch ass nigga Nigga quit that for you snitch Probably If I wasn't so fucking focused I'd be getting at niggas I'm on some squeeze before I think about it Sort it out tomorrow shit I got it on my right now I ain't got to borrow it You started it, flexing like you hard and shit I'm deaf to all the threats and bought a weapon for an arguement OK OkShoot me if it's beef nigga We know the truth you just a groupie fr a street nigga Salute me and don't speak Nigga no I ain't MMG but I want a mill and Shall inherit the earth because I'm meek nigga No quite, but quiet as I keep it discreet We just keep it in the streets We just creeping when you sleep street sweepand get even with the heat I got a choir full of goons yelling preach, halleleujah You don't want them choppers to holla at you cuz Fake fucks actin tough acting like they grew nuts I can see you niggas nervous but that ain't got notning to do with us Because when I get to shooting you gone think its two of us..