Lyrics:
Me by ma dressing
Stay in your lane, make u nno worsen
Things adey go through
That's so hurting
Ten toes on the grind, no resting
Yeah, that's ma
by vera wang I aint got me no stylist
Feet up 30,000 feet up racking up mileage
Omerta is the code we acknowledge the silence
For those not invited
gonna take?
Who ya gonna blame
When no one comes to save you?
What's it gonna take x9
To
(we can)Change
(We can) Change
We can
Change
(What's it gonna
uh-huh
You know the smoke can bring it out of me
I'm the rap music Mozart, one who love cheeba
Bounce and buy quarter pounds like a drug dealer
Fly
Star bwoy
Whip got no mileage
Too much money, I can't hide it
Ap Skelly, don't need no stylist
Meetings with my nigga
Nine bills on dinner
You
like I fell in love with you within like two months
You start to leave your toothbrush and I didn't mind
Weed and wine then we dine
Intertwined I got my
gotta rhyme thats ill
Ankle monitor got me fucked up
For sixty days no bail
I ain't mad, man do your time
Do that crime you gotta do that time
Its all
everything for New York
New Yorker in California
Packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx
She's in Kevin love with your man
Kyrie needed
don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep
astronomical
Astronomical
Take me down the broken road and I'll fix myself
No cloud nine, I'm sitting on an asteroid belt
Who you gon' trust if you don't
I don't really do dis
Moving like a Judas
Talking all that talk
But ain't no time for acting foolish
When you ask, are all the brothers saying
did everything for New York
New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
Look
Ninety-nine problems with a hundred dreams
Caught a million dirty only worth about a hundred clean
Night vision all I'm seeing is the color
Geah, geah
Geah
Geah
We love the West Side
c'mon (ya know)
We get it (we get that boogie - ya know)
And ya know
We get it (we like to boogie)
Geah
thick come my squad be tough
And I take no shit cuz I had enough
Who makes the dough don't act like y'all don't know
Got things y'all cats never seen
all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. they love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you
roll thick, come, my squad be tough
And I take no shit 'cause I had enough
Who makes the dough, don't act like y'all don't know
Got things y'all cats
I'm pushed and pulled and shunted,
Man-handled and man-hunted,
By those faceless names.
You've got nine lives,
I've got eight,
I just can't wait
when I carry gun
And I'mma be like quick on my feet
You try and be a hero, my nine milli you will meet
And even if you're the chief of police
Nigga,
Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody
Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for
Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah
When
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my
forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
Should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya
And I can tell by the scent in the air I don't want
it says, heya
Always gotta show love to neighbours
By the kid that was born in a manger
And evil starts from pursuit of paper
I apologize, if I got my
love of chaos and killin'
So much more than just a criminal
I'm a super villain
In a mask with black gloves
Pulled up past my elbows
"Hello!" I bellow
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