Lyrics:
from everything
I keep guns everywhere I go, where I go
Bitch, I'm posted by the store, by the store
How it go, how it go
In them trenches know this shit
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
triples please circle the violence
Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers
with the six
The thermometer ran out of numbers
When it reached fifty degrees
I just lay down on the floor
With a bag of frozen peas
We saw plumes of smoke
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
of envy
Baby I built this shit off filthy
If all goes right this'll kill me
Been living off hype, bitch gimme that light
By the don't smoke sign like bill
That's right mothafuckas
Knightowl's back with some of that violent shit
With my boy Lil' One up in this mothafuckin house
Chris Gun up in this
retrieving his Ass was like fifty two pick up
I'm a wonderful magician asleep full of tricks and then
*poof* gone in a minute divided by sixty
That's a snap
Look, trappers
Every day man's after the P's like nothin' else matters
Had a toolbox with a hundred nails and two fat hammers
Roll and smoke with
and
The rage. Drop this, drop this. If you're tripping, drop it like suspension. Drop it on me quickly
Drop it like S. Fuego building a foundation, and I'm
jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon, uh
I don't like nothing
So the racks by my pocket lil' puffy
No, she don't say nothing
ran Bouchet, ain't fuck with Powell
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Actin' East headed for the rap, damn near
'cross the way and there's, like, this fuckin' dude
He's surrounded by, like, a battalion of fuckin' people, right?
It's this guy now, he's a famous
(facts)
Been havin' smoke, but he ain't even know had a Glock on my lap in the back of the car (facts)
I rapped about Hemis with Nicki Minaj, by the time
a family of mine
[Mr. Marcelo]
Me and my girl, better yet me and my shawty
Early morn', smoke a blunt, drink a half of forty
What's the half baby?, you know
and gun smoke and
Gun choke and - get
Raise by the rats roaches
Real youngin' over growin'
Afraid they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man ten
Messing
knucklehead nigga always mean mugging and shit
Heh, he wanna, he wanna have contact with me
Have contact with men, all these bitches in here
Faggot ass, this
[Intro]
I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon)
Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a..
Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!)
Less fame,
[Kurupt (Daz)] Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45,
Making love
Sell by dates in 90s cars
Smashed out windows
Broken glass
Egg shells walk on shattered hearts
Making a killing to make this last
Blood
different
When I got suspended they told me to tell
On my dude
This isn't just school gotta live by the rule
The story I tells different
We all being through
It's the 68 heartbreak baby lay me down
Moms don't know I'm trapping but she know I'm 'bout my town
Don't think that you can smoke if you ain't
you on
She like, oh nothing
I’m tryna fuck (Boy pull up)
Who you with (My best friend)
I’m by myself (Okay come on)
At this point they both fucking
Pop
as I see it, umpire
We major league never minor in nothing
All my dimes pulling up by the dozen
All day my phone stay buzzin'
Jordan need all these
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