Lyrics:
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friens
No one stops by to see her much any
real hard hitters in Vallejo
We got some real hard hitters in the bay, yo
Street veterans and defiant giants
Cowboys are us, kickin up dust in riots
Plus
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
are almost there
Our favorite place on earth
Massachusetts
It's the 14th biggest state
Massachusetts
Just four hours from New York
Read amazing
closed it I know you closed it regardless
You a fucked up manager Cass'
Real managers are supposed to open
Doors for their artists
Well when it was time
hear u get beat; eardrum
I'm brave on any stage
I fear none
Opposition or competition
There is none
Im dope yo
Scientific God Flow
I'm prolific with
side
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fuckin'' clown die
Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby
"Hey buddy did you ever see that there show
Where there's these two young cowboys camping up in Wyoming
And you know they get all bored and stuff,
some toys
When you mistake these grown
Men for little boys
More real than what is real
So feel 'em sending
Compare the God with no beginning
And we'll
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you’re
seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Nomad Houston)
Who me
I'm more Coogee in a Coogee (aye)
Put the Uzi straight where your tooth be
it 100, more than a dead president
Let the record set the precedent
I be about all that I say
Anchored by the authentic, never going astray
Keep my
outside your door
And any time you see just how I feel
I will be there by your side with a love so real
When you make up your mind come on over here
When
no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no
seriously serial vet viciousness vas viral nigga I swear some are so suicidal versus vet there's no survivor line is flat There's no more vitals no reversing
more exclusive
Victims are what the system produces
Some are abusive
Afraid to penny-pinch
You control a man if you control his mind
Willie Lynch
Some
keep off
Couting like ?
? ? ?
We drove to San Fransisco in go-karts
More flesh than golden
? ? ?
? ? ?
But by the evening we were off again
Lost again
I'm Martin Luther King
Knocked Out
What that mean
He be dreaming
Any given Sunday Willie Beemon
I'm trying to be more than local
I'm thinking bicoastal
people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real
taking
Is there any other way?
Is there any other way?
The burden
The burden
You can't save me
There is nothing more to give
I am changing
bigger, and there's way to many freaks
The muffler's draggin' and the tailpipes weak
Now these hoes are gettin' hungry
Monoxide's treatin'
We stopped
Smith
I come with the ill shit, still good
More dangerous than Mill Woods
See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it
each other
But not so separate, just a lot more equal
Ain't that what life's about? Have I left anything out?
There are ways to make this world
nervous
As Americans were not learning. As humans they don’t deserve this!
Until what end? Dominic Hutchinson And Willie Tillman
are more than just
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