Lyrics:
T O P A Z
I'm making the beretta sing
Then snatching up all of your bling
You want it then you better swing
I'm putting up ass in a sling
You
of my Range (you see the whip)
Nina on me, ain't no snatchin' my chains (uh)
They killed Nipsey Hussle on his own block (R.I.P.)
They killed Young
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
after twelve weeks the striking miners still
Battle on and in Brighton the P.M. and cabinet narrowly
Escape death as an I.R.A. bomb rips through the Grand
the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever dawg
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake
Sometimes keeping it real goes wrong
Termanology, Ras Kass, Wais The P and Statik
My block stay high, guap stay high
You could tell I'm high
By
you like that bitch
The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked
Or done fucked by a felon, no K-why jellin', just tryin' to inhale it
(oh, mane)
Can't forget I spent the same on a ring
She never once by herself bought a thing
She want Celine, and that's just a small thing
Havin'
tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
(Suckers gettin' tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My bad side
Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain't
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
circles anyway
because there ran by squares
side eye, please
don’t compare me with them man deh deh
they aint got style like me
anybody upset can hit my
niggas goin' ham, swear to God, we play for keeps
And if I hit you 34, then guarantee you pay the fee
So much cocaine, I'm seein' squares before I go
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
Who we be?
We be the B double O - T - C - A -M - P ( X3 )
I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome
Run my fingers through my hair and give air
like mine
I ain't tryna be at the wrong place at the right time
R.I.P D Block, 30s mask up
Rest in peace Karon, we was supposed to run the cash up
need a chef hat
Travel all the time they be askin where the Refs at?
Never stand in line V.I.P. I'm on da guest list
I don't wanna chill and I don't
all these
I never ask them why all these
Squares tryna call me Rock
I know the reason why Gotti went
Gangsta gangsta with the banger
Huey P and Lew real
that bag, gotta feed my kin
Lord forgive me for my sin
Got the drop on his spot, yea I got the pin
By the door with a AK, let me in
Call me Lil Tecca, I
Times by 5 and minus 95
Divide by 100 and then you can plus 9
Times 10 square again are you still counting?
I am the one I'm over 9000
I am the one I'm
my keys
She said what's more
I said its make believe
Pay for these
And when I mean by pay I need pape like p's
Rapped all up
No deposit pack it up
Ya
that wockhardt
Three ninety two, nigga, fuck a cop car
Square ass nigga you a fucking pop tart
Try to do a drive-by, we gon' put your shit in park
Three
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
Cause I ain’t pop them
Patients waiting by the corner store
For the doctor
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about your fears your tears no
Don’t worry
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