Lyrics:
On the fence for target practice
Feared by masses, draw the fastest
Scars on my face to be posted on cactuses
It's cream, mental scheme, all in the green
dead
pick you up by your fucking spine
i'll kill you instantly just like my rhymes
fucker fucker fucker
mother fucking fucker
dont' chu ever think abou
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
One, two, one, two, three
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose
I think I'm seeing things
When I don't see a thing
I woke up and realized all the nightmares that dreaming brings
Let my people go
I know y'all hear
A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga tryna grab
And R.I.p. My nigga Black, 'cause they done chopped him into pieces
He was trying to duck police's
I
down with no Trace roll some dice five six pa pa
Everybody screaming oh lord please
Come and save me smoke some weeds
Blow the smoke out keep my gun cock
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
snatch purse, so hard it hurt
To be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'do not cross', they found
the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but
laid low, Duckin’ police, ain’t none of us gettin’ no halos
Stuck in my old ways, Ain’t dyin’ of old age
This industry so fake, I’ll do it my own way
You
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
like I live in mercury
You staying on my way bitch excuse me
Small cities in Texas I know shoot at the police like Eldorado
Laying on my bed on a sober
this life ain't no peace
Can a Nigga just beath now
I've been hustling in the street's
And you wonder why I blow tree's
My Nigga you know
We keep it
the bank
Put the loot in the cul-de-sac
Slapped on the guard four times
For he passed out
Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out
Had on a trench coat,
still here
Even tho police be hatin I'm still here
I'm standin on this corner till my pockets bigger
I'm goin to my grave as a project nigga
[Chorus-
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
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