Lyrics:
obstaje
Ej co czaje, śmieje sie cziksa ciska techniksa,
jade ten freestyle wiesz ze to wszytsko jest tak
jam Islam
dla mnie sprawa oczywista
Rób to bo
it
Murder came with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'
Hold your head (And know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey kid walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man)
Whoa, like Black Rob go
me by four)
Vibin to them slow jams all night long (Yeah we vibin)
I just popped a perc it put her in the zone (Yeah yeah yeah)
Never seen a breed like
a section
They wanna be opps gotta find a new method
Block me like a hoe boy you scary
Post up with lil Zay turn yo jam into jelly
They still got lil joe free
everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin' annoyed
the hellcat, everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin'
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
chasing after green
Free my pops out that jam
Shawty think I love her but that was just a joke (Issa joke)
Chopper gone make You float
Diamonds so cold I
you had a lil' guap in your pockets now they rob ya
Just tell me what it is what it ain't you know I'm on the way
Brodie hit my phone I'm doing the dash
conversate with a lock
Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock
Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox
The DeNiro-Al Pachino war
Tryin to score mad dough like
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
All my niggaz do is flex
All my niggaz do is flex
I’mma show y’all how to ball
First of all let me stretch
All I do is jam like techs
I was never
Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was
Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long
Mane it's a line at the door
They say Earl in the building
Them women know where to go
Jam packed know it's bussing
You barley can see the floor
Yeah
that's okay
Smokin' by the cliffs in Santa Fe
It's a damn good life, try to say your grace
I take a shard of the glass, jam it in your face
I leave you
on her,so I can ease up on her,so I can get touch and feelin',put a dip in ya back and get me one slow jam.
Yeah,gatta get me one,gatta get me one yeah so I
girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez
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