Lyrics:
shall I send thee?
Hey, I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the itty bitty baby
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
handled
We gonna stack up six deep
And ride to Orlando
To the 4 0 7
Calling up Magic Mike, we rolls in about eleven
The gut getta gotta good ol' nine
hand
I'm standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in
in
It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's,
in
It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's,
a second can’t you see I’m tryna write this
What if it’s my fate that I die on the streets
Always on my feet coz I ride with this greed
4 millies and a sip,
in this white mans world until they bury him
Bein' broke is so un-American
That's why I'm screamin', "All Money In!"
'Til the end, nigga
Four
lights, cameras, action, dejection
I'm the second raging ego
Screaming at my reflection
There's boxes and such
With ridiculous dimensions
And I don't fit in
One Two Niggas in the whip
Watch me pop up
Three four Shots out this Glock
It's a gun war
Five six
7 bad bitches hit me up nigga
Eight Nine
the food that I'm Whippin
Only ten ten anytime I step into a kitchen
And it used to be four doors
Four fours
Now I'm stuck in a cell got me looking at these
The blades get lodged
It's surprisin like a present
Feelin unpleasant
But feelings come in second
Got to do it "big big, like I'm Texas reppin'
If I don't
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
sobriety
Chalk it up to the eye in me
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven
Ft. Knox
It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks
Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine
I'm riding off in the sunset,
Ft. Knox
It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks
Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine
I'm riding off in the sunset,
the packs in as soon as they come through the door
I'm sending the fiends out the exit I get them killed just for a necklace
They know we love the violence up
biter, got a T-Boy rap
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, if allowed, I'd play it all year
And if the front was cold, I'd play my beat in the rear
And if the back
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body
toes
I could make it seven ways, but all you see is four
Waiting for lil mid to drop, but first I gotta pour
Cooking in the Stu yeah I’m chillin with
ain't
Have faith in me ho
Pinocchio partnas are the worse kind so
I'm alone when ever you see me
In my fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by
can tell by the cars I drive, I got money
In the city where I am from, I stay hungry
I'm certified as a real gangsta
Hating on Rum will get your ass
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