Lyrics:
delivered 'cause I'm scared to leave the crib
Probably get assaulted by a crackhead if I did
An epidemic of degenerates, everywhere I see
They're back
Payne
Crackheads know me by my first name (Alejandro)
I remember hitting licks, my first thing (yeah)
Fuck your baby mama, got my shirt stained
Ayy,
'bout a hand for the honey bees?
Hooked on the creed of their colony
So cry out and cry out so you can see
Five times to hail a legacy
Left to die
oughta call your ass Mordecai
I ain’t with it never hide behind a forty five
I don’t need to shoot you I don’t need to tell no lie
Be advised, if you
must've had it so rough kid
Well I wonder
Forged by a tiny portion of love or fortune
Goes lightning or goes thunder
You're a bad one crackhead Ian
A sad
the sea I'm in New England
See the red up on the trees I'm in New-New
Fresh up out them colonies what a good feelin
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my
don't know what to call it
Get that crackhead out my face, though
I don't know what to call it
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Got that "whatcha call it"
it stronger than in Albany
This colony's economy's increasingly stalling and
Honestly, that's why public service (he's just)
Seems to be calling me
jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this
5
4
3
2
You ever mutter the words never again
But you sing a different song when your four drinks in
Erased a certain number so you got to ask
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
I'm too far gone
Yeah
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5, yeah (bah)
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings, teach
hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five
Reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they
Heart a splash of bull's
When we hit the store, we ball get crossed like Saint Francis
I tune out the city when I hot box exotic
Everything upgraded, I got fuel pumped by Holly
Walk in the light if you with it
Sixty and up for the three.five
Make you alive when you feel it
Scurry the scene
I been surrounded by demons
Over my
you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit
Willie d'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since 5th grade, I been
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
was his name?) , you mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain
Over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked
By Crackhead Lorraine?
A fuckin'
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