Lyrics:
all us fought
We used everything it was a all out war
What the fuck you think ya chicks call us for?
My good shirt and all got tore
Break it, pay
The John Wick of pencil tricks and verbal attacks
I gambled, I lost quick and I turned in my stash
It was history, but I wasn't learning the past
Kept firing
laundry
Probably smoking a blunt, sippin upon a Don P
Now all these whack rappers is beyond me
And the fact they think they
Nice that alarms me
But like
because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
Study righteous God Degree, yo..
[Both]
We Break Bread and deal with equality
[RZA]
Yo
I'm Pistol pete
I'm a real member, been by the body, boy, it's a master P
Every time I see a new hoe, it's a meet and greet
But don't ever think
get hurt, tryna keep your man alert
R.I.P. cause he gon' kill her by this P
Believe that, yeah
I feel like my life's a cycle, but I ain't peddling
it out, y'all just let it out, holla and let it out
Introduction, here's a new concussion
I'm a break it down like a mechanical conductant
ain't even got a runner
The ho can be bad, she don't listen, I'm a palmer
I came in this shit by myself, I'm a loner
I'm runnin' up these digits, I'm
hoes
Like THIS!!...
Multiple Mental scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch by blood hata by heart
When the fuck you
that money now
Now, I'll prolly end up sad or even surly
Older goin out cynical, depression was inherited
Therapist say it's clinical
B-I-P
I just copped two Rolex cause it's two time past my time to blow
Trapped out down by Foley when I came up out a level four
Say they want me dead
go mad and get to blitzn'
Yeah, and Long live my twin
Young fly nigga, was throwin' 2'z out the Benz
With the same gang, never fold, break, or bend
Readin' maps to magic roads with
John Walker sat in robes
The messiah, crucifier
Who is flyer, There elusive as Lucifire
(Lucifer)
I fuel the fire, usin'
to feed the whole family tree
Keep on balling, till they injure me
Even after ain't no stopping me, cause it's John status how I'm living g'
Saw games we
blastin' through your car auxiliary
They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy
Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin'
It take me back to the corners
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
yuh pants wicked dan Dorian
Me D to you P mek a collision kpam
Ring pon finger mek it official fuck pon di surficial
Love when you suck e john weh
Hah not a Camry it's a K5 Kia
Modded that bitch out and went through procedure
A to B and then I p- p- park it like Peter
I remember being younger
Break uh p down to fraction
We tryna stack up our cake fast ,
Seen my plug reaction,
Came back ain't let a day past
Dawg was just hooping now he
Blacked out whip when I roll through you wont see shit
Sliding with my gente we stay active on that P shit
I go by Dro, don't make me fucking repeat
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
you belong.
Get your rest by the water,
Our body's getting hotter,
We be drumming to the early morn'
Now break it down slow,
Where I'm from, girl, is
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