Lyrics:
ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim the hit at you
Method
Where the angels fly
City of angels' I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That's why I got my kids building
Sand
Niggaz quick to flip your pockets if you lip service
When you see fifteen niggaz deep - with scully's get nervous
It ain't no tellin what they could do
of Jack
I don't mind if I do, how many shots can I spew
Let's play a game, the first one to get alcohol poisonin' wins
And I'm already down two
So try your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret, or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get
of all wars
Haters are still trying to bury my life
I said fuck you
I'm now better than I ever was
Your hate speech is motivating my next move
Turning into
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
walk around with
A chip on your shoulders
Tryna get lemon, couldn't get battered
You know it, where I come from
73 will get me from home to college
’m
Going to hug you, because I
Can promise you now
We are going to be friends"
And they were "From that first day onward
Cameron was my
Friend and he
me to do?
We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]
Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans
Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
Remember kissing on Broadway
You'll die
I was bein' your baby
And ticking your tock in yo' clock
See we done jumped the broom
And now you're no good
a smoother operator
Switch it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up
Your girl from the back, like giddy up
How come I run, you like my son, I blow the whole
take that music business serious, yeah
Put out something me and your dad can step to
Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do
Sing
for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
get this from?" He said, "Oh, I f'king don't know, I got it in the States
somewhere." "Do you have a f'king reciept?" 'Arry said, "I f'king don't!"
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
the angels fly, city of angels
I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That's why I got my kids building
Sand castles
to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner to another, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common
as you yawning
Feeling like I'm Conan
Here to fuck up your whole program
Who can fuck with us, no man
Hiiipower slow dance
Kick a funky toe jam, gold
fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I
busy without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
Fuck where you at kid, it's where
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