|
Rate Fo Sho LyricsArtist : Mun-e Song : Fo Sho
Send "Fo Sho" Ringtone to your Cell 
f/ Baby Beesh, L.T., SPM, Tommy G
Fo sho, smoking choppers and helicopters
Zippers and kicking trippers, fo sho
Fo sho, better have the bread
Fo sho, nigga gon end up dead
Fo sho, riding on them chromed out twins
Fo sho, young nigga you best stack your ends
Fo sho, nigga better do your thang
Fo sho, face down in this game
Fo sho, fo sho
[L.T.]
Now let me introduce myself, its Mr. PMG
Nigga your boy L.T., that represent B-O-D
I stay on track and stay on grind, toss it up and
shut it down
Represent for H-Town, pop my trunk and show some
ride
And if they coming with some plex, we breaking
backs and snapping necks
Putting bitch niggas in check, hit your block and
straight wreck
Naw I mean nigga we coming, you and your boys
start to running
Fore' my K start to drumming, have your whole
hood humming
Tear it up don't give a fuck, we keeping lean up
in our cup
Its Southeast nigga what, we got them Caddies on
the bump
With wood grain, swang and bang, make it hot like
a flame
Its four hundred for them thangs, you keep it
cool it might change
And that's for real nigga chill, me and my boys
staying trill
Down in H-Town with them grills, slabbed out and
popping pills
[Mun-E]
Got the game and perfected, I found the shop and
then wreck it
Competition gets corrected, by this lyrical
lethal weapon
Steadily chilling my checking, so bustas keep on
stepping
I'm Phat Money connected, your rank you better
protect it
Expect the unexpected, what you can't see or
feel
Or you gone, respect this is kinda like popping a
pill
When the pain gets hectic, for when the rain gets
reckless
Its a damn shame they sweat this, my diamond
rings and necklace
Throwed in the game from Texas, and still
breaking em off
And get tossed when I floss, cause I'm
representing the South
[Hook - 2x]
Cause I'm all about my paper, everyday a
Straight heart breaker, guaranteed to spray
ya
We are, making a move to make em bounce
Dropping lyrics in these rhymes, popping game
from the South
[SPM]
Its all gravy its all groovy, I smoke em like a
doobie
Feed him lead for what he said, put him to bed
like Sleeping Beauty
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all
in the air
Someone asked me what my race was, I told em it
was player
Very rare, my breed is almost extinct, the way I
walk
The way I think, the shit I wear, the shit I
drink
The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydro
ponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and
vomit
Mama mia, Versacci clothes from the galleria
I fuck a country singer, and a Houston
ballerina
Chef Coy, cooking ice cream on my stove top
As your bitch, lick my dick like a blow pop
From the old spot, when I dance I do the
robot
Got hoes across Texas, from Dallas to
Beaumont
Still I'm loco, fuck any player hating hotho
You ain't got no love for me, then I ain't got no
love down poco
[Hook]
[Baby Beesh]
Its the return of the grain gripper, main nigga,
cocaine flipper
Drain dripper, its Baby Basherini man a brain
ripper
Strange liquor, in the mix like margarita
Keep a heater millimeter, in my vita plus a two
liter
Salty latino, throwing bombs like Dan Marino
Pacino, I'm down and dirty when it come to my
c-notes
I'm off the chizzle when I sizzle, doing my thug
thizzle
On the rizzle, these playas gon blow my duz
fizzle
What's really, bullets floating like a yacht
17 motherfuckers dead let em rot, gotta get my
scratch right
So nigga act right, don't make me buck em
And if these fools make a move, well then
my...motherfuck em
[Hook]
[Tommy G]
Well I'm in to potent paper, major dived-ends
Snatching breaking lyrics, fucking bitches best
friends
Can painted legendary streets, or wrapping bricks
cooking cheese
Living major bout my paper, keeping hoes bending
knees
Drop it like to ease my stress, puffing on hydro
leaves
Rolling only with my team, breaking bread
forfilling needs
Its a way of life, that was destined in my
plan
Prices steep when I creep, shipping unloaded from
bands
[Hook - 2x]
Send "Fo Sho" Ringtone to your Cell 
|