Lyrics:
I met a girl
By the name of mary
Last name jane she was something
Like a fairy
Tale
And i can tell she's smart with
Soul and heart but i broke it all
mushy, mushy, mushy
Man they got us set in stone
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I'm the one to beat
One-three-three-seven, I'm among elite
S-o-l-o, I don't need a feat
hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough
reminds me that in six days,
God made this great Heaven and Earth.
When I see the seven, it reminds me that on the seventh day,
God rested from His great
it reminds me that in six days
God made this great Heaven and Earth
When I see the seven, it reminds me that on the seventh day
God rested from His
she seens you, deletes you
Just know those three little words can be so risky
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya
Six 3 that nigga that they admire
Six 3 that nigga yo bitch desire
I don't do big rims no more I'm tired
I ran thru a hunnit Pirelli tires
Killin
straight out of Alabama
Yeah, that side of town with the bootleggin' to minors, hammers
Flip flop on the paint job like your mama's sandals
Prepared, got
this below the sky
To not to hurt her son
To not to let him die
Balder stood there encircled by gods
Thrown with stones, spears and hit
With sword
No
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
So you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and
Straighten your
6 we do it for the future cause the future is the kids
5 4 3 2 1 always be yourself don't follow no one
10 9 8 7 6 we do it for the future cause
[Crypt The Warchild]
I'ma known beast sick with it full blown speech
Buryin' bones deep beneath the stone streets
Stampedin the globe deep with
from 7AO,
They smoke that European wit more gas than TEXACO
SUC, swishahouse, I got love for Texas tho
Where blonds S.U.C.K black D, till no more
flowers . . . is just as picking thoughts,
Multitudinous
Scratched away into existence
Three men, and three women, fly through rainforest trees
Just by
Getting geeked by 7:30
Fully loaded 'cause I keep it on me
Shawty in my DMs, she feeling lonely
Bought a pound of gas, I need it for my poetry
Laying low,
cycle,
With Bold 3-in-1,
30 degrees on twice,
I, like,
To make sure that,
My ting’s clean,
LS7 Leeds,
To WV,
Trinity,
Because my Ps are
Diversified by
the rose gold kit ('kay)
And those stones hit, I bet she had a broke ho' sick (ooh)
I tell her, "Be still," that ho gon' sit (be still, bitch)
Ayo,
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
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