Lyrics Reasons - Mozzy , G Perico , Philthy Rich , Bobby Luv
Gimme
hella
reason
I
gotta
shop
the
kids
I
gotta
squeeze
one
Gimme
hella
reason
I
gotta
shop
the
kids
I
gotta
squeeze
one
Against
everybody
tryna
be
one
My
niggas
in
the
back,
I
gotta
feed
'em
Hey
it's
Philthy
nigga,
look
Everybody
wanna
be
a
gangsta
till
gangsta
shit
happen
But
nigga,
only
gangsta
shit
you
know
is
gangsta
rappin'
Salute
the
old
Berner,
yeah
Lil'
D
back
These
rat
niggas
slippin'
through
loopholes
and
cracks
Rest
in
peace
to
the
jack,
I
was
mobbing
on
my
rack
Did
my
time
at
Santa
Rita,
stayed
silent,
came
back
Can't
reduce
my
name
in
their
nigga
paperwork
Left
them
suckers
on
the
circus,
they
was
playing
with
the
turf
I've
been
stylin'
since
birth,
trap
in
silence
at
the
work
Putting
milies
on
the
skrt,
fuck
college
it
didn't
work
I
said
we
ain't
done
fucked
with
perks
Believe
in
God
but
don't
go
to
church
Angle
monitor
would've
curved
Being
the
best
could
be
a
curse
Gimme
hella
reason
I
gotta
shop
the
kids
I
gotta
squeeze
one
Against
everybody
tryna
be
one
My
niggas
in
the
back,
I
gotta
feed
'em
Yeah,
I
be
all
night
wishin'
nigga
was
shit
Hatin'
the
cup
of
cereal
that's
her
share
And
then
fifty
copper
bullets,
and
I
was
there
A
lot
I
love
nigga
'cause
he
went
stage
Bitch
voice
stands
by
me
for
the
wood
chips
Fifty
K
diamonds
that's
the
cook
brick
Her
riches,
ballin'
on
on
Babi
Arnette
A
plan
on
our
downfall,
we
ain't
fallin
yet
Laurel
Hibachi's
on
my
lane
and
they
all
there
We
taggin'
up
yo
big
toe
when
niggas
talk
way
True
sum,
my
shoulders
accepting
all
bends
Kick
his
ass
well
done,
now
it's
raw
flesh
Gimme
hella
reason
I
gotta
shop
the
kids
I
gotta
squeeze
one
Against
everybody
tryna
be
one
My
niggas
in
the
back,
I
gotta
feed
'em
Rapsheet
full
of
gun
cases,
twenty
five,
four
hunnid
Before
I
see
the
judge
I'm
bailin'
out
with
all
money
Get
my
bitch
from
the
line
to
come
get
me
That
AMG
kick
skrrt
when
I'm
floatin'
through
the
city
Don't
ask
why
I
do
that,
bitch
I'm
gangsta
In
30
South
Central,
where
your
own
homies
try
to
stink
ya
Niggas
made
me
a
beast,
from
the
honeyside
East
Kick
dope,
guns
spray
y'all
over
my
street
I'm
just
a
ballin'
ass,
get
a
wass
Jheri
curl
back,
left
side,
blue
rag
Niggas
get
to
politicin'
Get
out
my
way
I
need
a
billion
Gimme
a
reason
I
got
too
many
killas,
it's
G
Gimme
hella
reason
I
gotta
shop
the
kids
I
gotta
squeeze
one
Against
everybody
tryna
be
one
My
niggas
in
the
back,
I
gotta
feed
'em
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