GOD BLESS THE RATCHETS

Lyrics

[Intro] Does it sound good? Yeah, yeah, whoa Pull up on em' like this I pull up on em' like this [Chorus] God bless the ratchets Bitches sexy, pornographic A bitch bad, that ain't average Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey God bless the ratchets She want it, gotta have it A bitch bad, that ain't average She a savage, no compassion [Post-Chorus] Bad bitches pull up on the westside Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly Nigga comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy Burn this motherfucker like it's Left Eye [Verse 1] 14 fuckin' karats see the gold Bitches, you don't want them to overload You might have to pull up on the road I do it all, I took my oath [Refrain] All my niggas they be with me All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly Won't let a nigga forget me Nigga do or die, do or die Nigga homicide [Chorus] God bless the ratchets Bitches sexy, pornographic A bitch bad, that ain't average Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey God Bless the ratchets She want it, gotta have it A bitch bad, that ain't average She a savage, no compassion [Post-Chorus] Bad bitches pull up on the westside Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly Nigga comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy Burn this motherfucker like it's Left Eye [Verse 2] You ever seen a fuckin' bitch with just way too much Gucci on? She might call the shots on you 30-inch weave, nigga she could call the whole fuckin' block on you Pull another dough, never took patrol Always took my hoe, pullin' this is slow-mo Pullin' down the road, racin' through the coke Nigga know my name, like it Domino's [Refrain] All my niggas they be with me All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly Won't let a nigga forget me Nigga do or die, do or die Nigga homicide [Chorus] God bless the ratchets Bitches sexy, pornographic A bitch bad, that ain't average Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey God bless the ratchets She want it, gotta have it A bitch bad, that ain't average She a savage, no compassion [Outro] It's me and my compadres I don't gotta do too much these days Me and my compadres You don't want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here Ridin' til I die I'm chasin' all them niggas from July Screamin' homicide, homicide 'Till all of it's combined