lying

you already know, 504 ain't no hoe cut a nigga throat, just for playing slow let's his throat flow, call it a free throat you know I lying, doing state time throwing gang signs, still clutching on iron still posted in the section, with the clothes line still rockn with them playas, upon front line only way you catch that shit, if you done did time yk I ain't lying yk I ain't lying, and they keep buying and I keep supplying, serving nigga nines niggas steady lying, while they doing time I just stay in line, and just mind mines hit him 9 times, 99 times ima ruler bitch, 55 fines smoking on pine, and my bitch fine call her 99, 9 niney nine