Lyrics:
that you called a liar
Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denying
Talk to the iron if you want to holla, I'll pop at you
Probably, piercing your
better have my money! Where they at? X 4
[Chorus 3]
Boot up or shut up! Fuck them niggas!
Boot up or shut up! Fuck them bitches!
X 2
stumble
He was really disowned
Like a cold stone
While he still unknown
Focus was collar bone
If na by odds
He was below the shelf
He took the calls
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
brodie's
Just a few years later but i'm still by my lonely
Montana of GB bitch i'm feeling like Im Tony
Keep dat iron on me bitch i'm feeling like i'm Tony
still fuck wit that kinky shit
These niggas is lame and they weird
He was staying so solid, I ain't hear it
Three for one, father, son, and spirit
I
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
diamonds
My father's bones, past tense
Roll with the punches, the fossil fuel that drives men
Soak in the science
Molded by cruel environments
You know that
Punch when I got the Iron Hands
Don't want to fight me, ya salty, now I'm banned
Bitch
I'm known to have balls of steel,
Hold my Iron Bundle, Yo bitch
Boys to Men like Wanya
May these words be calcium
And strengthen where your bones lay
This calcium's good for your bones
This calcium's good for your
wit dat iron(BLUH)
Verse 3:
its the same old shit, when ya hustle niggas kick in
ya do, but when u broke, they be tryin to run that
dick in ya hoe,
feels unknown
Feels like I'm alone
I won't let you know
How I feel or ill go
But I'll sing the words
Through these broken bones
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Beyond us
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just
the iron smack up yo' body
Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
But y'all don't listen 'less I'm
got no more fight left in him, slime
Hm, these bitch-ass niggas ain't never slung that iron theyselves, son
I'm tryna tell you, bro, these niggas
undiscovered
Past the bone foundations of a town corrupted
Under creaking piers, under iron cover
Past the concrete crime of a million lovers
Past strutting
like roaches the way this iron make them disperse
This glock is not racist, it's spinning divsere
When I walk in the room these folks can't help but
Snip them, snip them, x 2
See the fire stick me no fraid fi light them
Iron dog mi a send fi bite them. Blinga O
Man full a hammer call me
While you were in Michigan
She was pretty much living in
A 3.2 bars a stretch to call a club.
It was called The Ambassador
She was pretty much
corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched
The Three Principal Aspects of the Path by Lama Tsongkhapa (Founder of Gelukpa sects)
I bow down to the venerable Spiritual Masters. I will explain,
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