Lyrics:
of my own so no you can't save me
People really thinking they can bang
When the tribulations trained
And I'm still the one who stays you should bank
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm
Jump off Joe Buddens on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain but you got a
Mean
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
on the floor as I die screamin in pain.
You dealin with a person who ain't got nothin to lose type
A motha fucka hang himself with the lace inside his gym
To be thrown apart by grown men
Once I scratched my brother's face by mistake
When he took away my favorite BB gun
And I was slapped to a pulp
Learned
come to that loyalty I'm only wit niggas that's 4EP
You got a gun go grab some optics you supposed to see
They gone hate you more when you doing shit
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uh
Tip toeing just so they can't see who comin' now
And I turn they ass to track stars Only by the way I run them down
Told them that I like them fast
a bitch
You can get laid on the floor by a jit
100% not a shout of a doubt I'm the hardest out they come with smoke
we can get some gloves and see what them
Who died so long ago
Jump on another plane
Today it's all the same
You can catch me in Boston
'Cause that's how it goes
I'm here in apartment
women or things they will be lusting. Never double-cross a person or face the combustion. Never jump the gun before have a discussion if right, force
betrayyed by my father
It hurts a little bit everyday and days get harder
Man my problems in a bottle
Everytime I seem to open and put one in, 3 Moree jump
You wanna jump in, but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with
The sheer sincere rap engineer's here
And wherever I go yo
You know my man Jay's near
More than up to par
Styles indicate who we are
Like
about
Happenz 2 Pit'sburgh stealaz is out
So if u big Willer betta keep
Dem roethsburgz still in your house
I'm in tha off road H2 wheelin tha south
Jump
who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches like six fo's,
or gun butt him
Tell my man go and suck suttin'
Yo dot Rotten you hit, yo
I don't know who you been
Don't know who you been
Don't know who you been
that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one
'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun
So raise
using a gun
Buck two and them niggas that bucked Roo fuck you
Buck three for lucky
Buck four for all my dawgs up north lets get this jump off jumped
Left you alone with a kid
He got a small heart
Life moves too fast
Jump out a moving car
And show them who you are
Starting over fresh
It's not
hand is slipping, please don't let go, trust
Nothing more to say
Pointing at no one
Push it all away
Who dares, they have a gun
Nothing more to say
Better Know
It’s not a laugh and joke so
If you wanna play a game
Boy better go get a toy
When I said Boy Better Know
Man should've knew I never said it by
of hundred round drums
Now who really want the smoke when it's time to pump-pump?
Only chumps jump a nigga that's down for 101
I am 1 of 1 original,
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