Lyrics:
robbed 4 ya coat - cant
U see the stormy weather
Plus it's cold outside - my
Whole crew got berattas
Cause we stand by the heat -
Want the fire come get us
Things, cripplin triple beams, dippin in different things by any n all means.
I seen a lot a hatred a lot a fake shit but I
Knew that me n you boo we'd
You know the vibes
I s o yeah yeah
We the tribe
When we come through
Yeah we keep this s*** live
Throw some dressing up on my designer
That's my
your dream bitch and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you
dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that
smell the p**** on they mouth
Swear I ran at least a dub no cap up in the drought
And I brought 3 cars in less than 6 months now
Aint selling by the gram
ya'meen, I'm taking one for the team
Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream
I'm dope, too many fiends, live by many means
If you don't stand for
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
across borders
Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
P-P-P-Pronoun is non-B-S-conforming
Ask Mikey E who eats it up with performing
I stepped on the scene at the age of 16
Everybody knew lil nigga had bigger dreams
Back at the crib, Still gonna smoke alone
Gotta light a couple candles, Girl gets home
Chain smoke blunts till the crew all blown
Roll two more then I
the fraction
Can’t believe I seen Cash in her casket
R.I.P. Long Live A Bad B****
Ain’t worried bout making no club hit
Just give me the blunt I’ma stuff it
Got
even tell my story
Man, shit's never gon' be the same
R.I.P. to those, their tomorrow wasn't promised couldn't see today
I'm tryna get Rich Homie so, I
fuck up once then it's over
Two Ballistics on my side I grope em, you notice
I Flail em around something's takin control
Don't ask what I'm on just on go
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im
Certain man got rich onda low low
Real niggaz got gripped free bro bro
Life’s so cold life’s fucked up
RIP Rochelle n P rip to farder shine
Delly one shot
I'm never gonna end it
Spin around two times you flexing mamas Bentley
What you want I just wanna live right
On the top not the bottom cuz it never felt
)
Life's like a pivot.
Live and let live through the moment of the minute.
No end, just beginning.
To see every L is a part of winning. (iN-Ni-n)
VERSE 2
a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force One's on
I gang bang but I'm
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
taco
Come by the trap, get you two for the twenty
Run up and get smoked like a Gar, since you thinkin' I'm pussy
Fuckin' your hoe, I been beatin' up
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that
Hook:
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
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