Lyrics:
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children
the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest plate crack
(Saafir)
I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas
That ain't from
A million baby kisses
From a kissing booth on wheels
This sign is pretty poison
On the envelope she seals
And your love is by the way
Who knows
a strainer, poisoned by the waiter
Drown in the dirt, eat a fuck for a chaser
Pardon me Barbie, this ain't a party for you Kramer
Marking me the maker if I
to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil
I done brought a couple man in to the party but they ain't here to party
You play, then they coming
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
just to catch a flick . Summer time Monaco playing baccarat winter time St. Barts party on a yacht. That's ok cause your raking in all the doe flip
A world where anything is possible where we go from there, it's a choice
I make to you
Lucidic and QueenB Music
It's all a remake
Nothing new made, all
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
Cash up I got it blue stripes nigga
Stay all in my pocket
My team two Rs rockstar rockstar
Start trouble team rocket
Bring heat one a 40 the other
why they ain't got what I got?
My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top-notch (yeah)
My crack spots bring cash in non-stop
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
Gin, Boone's Farm, '
Get ya cup and shut the fuck
We 'bout to party up
And sip and chug and drink
'Till somebody pass out or throw up
Bubble guts,
Ey lil bitch I'm not from the states
Ey lil bitch I'm from Outer Space
I keep the chop in your face
I keep some guap in the safe
Lil bitch I'm not
neck
I got 15 bows
& imma get em gone by sunset
I got drums bro got sticks
We den made a drumset
Stopped to get ice cubes for my lean
She asking are we
Yeah, Hartsfield to LAX make the trip so many times
Can't tell you where i'll be
Just landed out the plane in a whip with CPG
Intrigued by THC in
in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side
Take it all from me
This kind of entertainment's not free
I'm left out of the seams
Cause my eyes remain open as I dream
Take it all from me
This
(Ride by)
Seen my niggas from the Pound so I (Slide by)
Say what's happenin' to them niggas that don't (Know my)
Name and my game, give a fuck I'm (So
it rumbles
The bass goes boom
Then the kingdom crown crumbles
Terror in the skies
Hide the lies
Grab your eyes
Rip them out from the socket
End
of the mind
Seizing up the time like it just doesn't pass
Peaceful in my spine and it just doesn't crack
Above the mass, like I see em from the sky
Read em'
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