Lyrics:
All my life
These girls pass by
I, I don't mind
Well maybe I do
When it comes to you
Once or twice
I might have cried
I've never lied
Not like you
now. Please, don't even dare!
I beg you, as mother!
"The sea's claimed your father and kin, one by one,
More than three years missing is Huey, my son,
Yesterday, I was ridin' down the highway
The bull rollin' on the low low
I'm on the run, and my rearview
Pulled over by the po po
And I don't know
chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fighting's what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take
chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fighting's what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take
Okay, let's get into this cloth talk
I don't care for small talk
Huey P whenever I walk
Louis V inside the crosswalk
All the shit that I bought
Gave
day I get no wrist wit' it
Shawty wanna ride wit a rare nigga
Gold on my neck wit the stick by my gut
Give her backshots while I munch on her
I don't
from by me
Four rackies on a pair of Yeezys
This shit getting pricey
Shout-out Hutch, yes, yes, bitch
I'm getting icy
Diablo talk, this shit getting
Learned to play the djembe off of Alice at Malonga's place
EBCPA by the Nev from Summer breaks, nigga
And to Sucka Free niggas (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
diminished when defined by the greatness and charisma of a few good men
And Huey knew that even way back when
That a man can be taken out
But the soul
over come some
Day set your sights and chip away
Come break my chains come help me out living in
The sity ain't so bad
The sity ain't so bad
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
(Haha) listen
Err’body put ya’ fist up
We gotta break outta more than the wrist cuffs (Yes)
Old heads, lift the young heads, call it a stick up
That’s
/
Cause some emcees are all word and no play /
Some rappers are all DAT and no DeeJay /
DeJay Perseus…break it down like THIS! /
Chorus
Verse Three:
from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might
from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might
it ever was
Back to school parade
Them gunshots beat to a different drum
It ain't safe up at the bud
We not saved by mamas hug
The kids stop playin
the hutch, about the milk bowl,
Two dee took a bank left knockin' fools out on
It was me baby boppa and the homey tic
All my folks locked down, gotta
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
B's
Paris is my name, I flows with ease
Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks emcees
Who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement
Intense is
the eagle claw clutch
I'm just to much to touch
Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch
Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up
Blunts everyday in
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