Lyrics:
the law
You've got to show me
Smiles
Brother greg
It's been a long long time
Since we maxed it nice
Got fresh
By that seashore line
It was easy
Getting
Protecting ryan
Protecting ryan
Back when I was a teenager
Me, my brother Vish, and my brother Greg was playing basketball at the court
There was
got my man Gang Starr in the house
and to my brother Smooth B is in the house
and I'm Greg N-i-c-e, I'm in the house
So peep it
[ VERSE 1: Greg
gone get killed
Touch Sam Pike, you gone get killed
Touch Ean, you gone definitely get killed (uh)
Baby Greg's the alpha Omega, Nashville Don Dada,
Eric Idle
GUARD #2 : ???
CONCORDE : Eric Idle
OLD CRONE : ???
ROGER (THE SHRUBBER) : Eric Idle
TIM (THE ENCHANTER): John Cleese
BROTHER MAYNARD: Eric
okay
Greg Nice is on the mic with no delay
Get up everybody, it's time to sway, okay
Greg Nice is on the mic with no delay
She, said, her name was
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our
brother's glock
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
Greg's text read
Forgiveness comes with margaritas
Just come over to the house
Marla's turning 33
She really wants to see you
She just left her
colors, colors
Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops
Greg Nice, LS, Asu, sure show a nigga love Outlaw!
I'm a army, I'm a army
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it
walk with me
Started losing friends too early
Maybe seventh grade, B Leu was like my brother
They shot him in his head
Invite him to my birthday
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core.
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more.
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryna keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned
Ain't no nuthin' gonna stop us now
Greg is a bad mofro brother
Pop your kidney with a single blow
Won't think twice about messing with your life
My brother said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along
She'd
to lose
Free Dubb, Free Greg, Lord I'm asking for forgiveness
Just bring them home cuz we miss them
Just give my brothers your wisdom
We was not made for
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
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