Lyrics:
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
hollow tips at your head, bitch
I bet you dead
24's on the Wagon, that's that G Benz
Two 44's looking like Siamese twins
When you're from down south, boy
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
Yeah yeah yeah
Auckland South (South south)
Auckland my toko the dirty dirty (Dirty)
Auckland (Yeah) South
Auckland my toko the dirty dirty (Dirty
The two-faced who pretend liberality but are
Practiced bigots in their own
Mean little spheres i
Didn't tell my daughter whom to marry
But I'd have broken her
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the ground
Traced out in chalk go ahead
Bust his head round hit him
With that chopper it holds
One hundred rounds
Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my
not fire, who did not
Plunge the head into the toilet, who said stop
Don't do that who lifted some broken
Someone up who volunteered
The way a plant
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
ha ha
Yeah
One, two, one, two
Broken
I'm broken, broken, broken in this place
Broken
I'm broken, broken, broken in this place
Broken plates, broken
the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four
the wrong place
Creative blocks at new heights
Knowing that just a few miles
North of my South centered head
That you were taking on the summer with someone
shining
I been broken hearted for way too long
I'll sing it loud, so hear me clear
Let those worries disappear
And grab a beer
It's all South from here
It's
head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your
to show the world What we're bout
I keep my head up and stay ten toes down
Yea I been foolish and made shit go south
Yea I been counted out by most of these
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth
(out yo' mouth) 3X cause I was raised in
The motherfuckin' south (in the south)
Keep my name out your
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Chorus:
It don't matter where you started
You can end up broken hearted
Families stuck in welfare lines
Ain't a drug that they aint tryin'
On the south
, but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
, but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
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