Lyrics:
deliver them bones
And I've got a lorry, it's me own bone shaker
Where's there old knuckle joints, I'll be the undertaker
I'll come calling 'round just
phones,
with jaws clenched and cracked knuckle joints
or counting loose teeth with the tip of the tongue.
Poor N.W. will lose her mind in the third
act,
an impression by my knuckle joint
there's only room for one opinion so what is the point?
the only thing we know for sure
is that we're gonna keep on playing
exploit
Every single one of my joints
Stop fucking round and slide coins
Bloody knuckles toughen my joints
I'm hunting down all you greedy hoes
I will
shadow if inclined to bare the soul
With Nesian knuckle game control
It's that joint force connection clan honor respecting
Endeavour to never sever
some fun
I'll get you ready in (crack, crack, crack)
She can crack her joints
She can crack her joints like nobody else
She can crack her joints
She can
She says it's been a while
The whole of South East is smoking hash joints from their beds
My angry red knuckles keep colliding with the shower wall
Sugar cane sweet nobody dey swallow
Na who know road person go follow
To be a man no be moin moin
Before I talk finish roll me one joint
Look me bad
Yo what's up BIGHAND-NO it's your boy Knuckles Knuckles Knuckles
Banging my Knuckles Knuckles on these Beats
Yo I just finished the mix down man
my foreign trades
(On the old silk road
On the old silk road)
They actin' like some masochist
They want some pain
They want my fist
(Knuckle duster
the code
He wanna fight, he wanna shoot, I'm gon' billy bop
Sick minded, yeah, we soon have this city hot
Talkin' bout a joint lil, nigga, that's something
the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Halsey
Cop chocolate Thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint
snapping at screwed-on joints
My body is carried to a scrap metal graveyard
It was easier than I thought
Leaving pieces of myself behind
I still see
sex make you take your clothes off
Yeah it's getting hot out here dear
Springtime make you take your clothes off
Hot joints make you take your clothes
here?
I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
'Cause here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm
love for a nigga
Riding through the city
Fuck around might cop a Richard Millie
I know all my real player niggas with me
Smoke a joint & fuck yo joint
and nannies
Wiry pensioners clacking their dentures
Crooks and nannies
Crooks and nannies
The joint is ridiculous with crooks and nannies
We're all up in this
Snap crackle pop
Amputate mutilate
Hack sever chop
Mince and lacerate
Rip tear shred
Bones and cartilage
Joints skin flesh
Perfect ingredients
Went independent but I’m not alone
Joint out the sock it’s like I popped a bone
Ma talm bout the bad economy
Nikes onna floor behind the drivers seat
You're walking in a haze
Blood from your knuckles up the wall
And I try to meditate
Forget about it all
You won't mean this in the morning
You won't
the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
goin' knock
Up in the club I said this joint don't stop
Why'all know how real woman come down
Low cut copes when Trina come round
Reggae DJ screamin
niggaz know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front
friend
remember when niggas would shoot joints
Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace
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