Lyrics:
friends
I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I’ll bring around a couple unknown
Guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng
my own grave
You were asking, you, you were asking
And with two steps, I'm saved
Living in colour, living in colour
I can see the paint on your
I like drawing and sketches
Make my own beautiful pictures
I see colours they're all around me
I only have three colours
Red yellow blue no others
I
time, come in rainbow
Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow
Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple
Repeat
So wave your flags of red and white
These colours unite, colours unite
Wave your flags of red and white
We're England, England tonight
Through
the E' the coke, n****z
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
part of the earth
I put my head back and she looks like a rockstar in rockstar shades on a plastic throne
3D Black upon a skyblue sky
Sharing our own
part of the earth
I put my head back and she looks like a rockstar in rockstar shades on a plastic throne
3D Black upon a skyblue sky
Sharing our own
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
hands that wave
Double edged-sharp
Take part and start the flow of the colour red
Old man Prev, an omen, a legend
Beats are produced by my
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
class slum.
Interviewer: Well... Do you have any weapons?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, I do. I own a high-powered assault rifle, I own
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
world of red
You bring colour in my world of red
You bring colour in my world of red
Red, red
Tired of feeling dead
3 bullets to the head
Close my eyes
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
and red and green
Banish the colours from round our eyes
We just live and breathe
Medicine
Medicine
Banish the colours from round your eyes
Medicine
[Krayzie Bone]
We no surrender
We no pretender
We bang bang
[Jhaz]
Yeah
No surrender, no pretender
II Tru my crew come thick
Family behind
Listen mate I feel fuckin weird man I just
Are you having a whitey?
I just wanna be on my own
Are you having a whitey?
Fuck off mate
I smoked too
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
in my bong then I hit ignition
Eyes red, got red gauges in my rocketship
No seatbelt my roller coaster going uphill
I lean watch it melt, both
feel cra-zy
(One, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time
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