Lyrics:
(Oh, yeah this
All original boy-)
Lick a shot
(Oh)
Comin' at ya
(Fiya!)
Zippedy-doo-da, zippedy-ayy
Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my
(Oh, yeah this
All original boy-)
Lick a shot
(Oh)
Comin' at ya
(Fiya!)
Zippedy-doo-da, zippedy-ayy
Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my
They'll leave you leaking
Od ing by the masses cause they party every weekend
Dancing with the devil
Think they flyer then a red bull
It is over it is
through with this plan
Stick talk with some etiquette
Feel it biting all on my hand, forbid the day that it jam
Gold bull on the lamb, late nights tryna
Ugh It's Poet Chane Illmania yeah woah
Yo I pick up a fucker in advance thats twice
Hi I'm poet Chane by the way Half man Half vice
A chainsaw is
deck is hard to win.
Mobs out
On the street again.
Hear the marching of the feet
Another Killing by police.
Liberty
She bleeds liberty.
Got a target
Bit of a young bull, call me Taurus Silver
Buck with the bull, you can tour the Silver
Men in fear at the engineer that'll mix the beat down like Mr.
The young bull
With experience like I been around
All these years in this shit
Hard not to get around
So many losses
Feel like god had to sit me down
I’m lost in this cruel world
Come find me
I ball like the Bulls
In the 90’s
I pray that your
Glow up don’t blind me
Lil shorty you so bad
You
to fell, put a brand together, turn it up
Then I changed my dream, created a team
Locals tryna intervene, uncle Mike's attitude
Shorty, I gotta get it by
know ya dead.
Street soldiers, you don't want to enter my circle,
Theres hundreds of thunderous tempers.
New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds.
Once its
on lettermens,
Used to get picked on for my speech impediment
Had to grow tough skin or get trampled by bullies
I was into packing knowledge not packing toolie
I turned 13 went to the streets and Then i got my Pistol
When I got my pistol thought bout Taking lives thought life's so little
Ain't think about no
or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen
Life tempo unsustainable
Try memo all my days in full
Time encroach 'til I can't escape it all
Or die in the hope of the unobtainable
Drivin'
Accompanied a Coogie sweater the Malabar Teak wood interior
All black reverse doors accompanied by bull's leather
Thats a Rolls Ghost I was broke now I'm trying
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?
Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
you trippin'
Ballin' on these hoes I'm on my Bulls shit call me Pippen
Pull up, roof missing, my clip extended
Stevie Wonder nigga, take away your
need a ventilator, I'll hook you up to respirators
Wanna be the man, come I show you my friend
I'm so fly, it's lonely up here
Probably be a legend by my
Said this is my happiness, this is my soul
These are my dreams and these are my goals
Came from the bottom yeah you already know
Till we make it
the world taking back my fate
It's not too late to turn around and make a change
Boy you better
I'm scared and scanning empty alleyways, suburban streets
we Face and other shit to deal with
And on top of all da bull shit now The police known to kill us
Stand tall, we chasing glory
End means to tell our
kill yah
In the cease of brilliant
My recipe resultant
Come release my pillage
Come in peace she pregnant
By the rich of peasant
Jump in deep depression
name for my pen, red bull, cola, and hen
Moment of silence for 10
Fucked her then fucked her again
Then right when I finish with her I might go and fuck
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