Lyrics:
is keep movin' intently
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go
thumbs
Hah, sorry not sorry (Aye, aye)
Joy Ruckus Club members vibing to the beat
Yeah, they my homies, pull up Rari's (Vroom, vroom)
Party all night, we
know about a pine box?
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
Autopsy on that same nigga when they pull out twenty-nine shots
'Til I hit up your whole crew
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
Indonesia
Drifted to Virginia where my cargo like in a story
And I take you back without Donny Darko in a delorium
I learnt to beat box mimicking P.G.C
You
Pissed? Go to the men's
See two cats, shot two tens
I mean shotting tens in my 12
Can't test me and my on point crew
If you want food come to me
Big top
kno' what it is bro
It's BD Kid be home soon! 10 months
Lets go! man you kno' what it is
How long you been gone for now bro?
Sigh I been gone for 2
Yeah, Its Nature
Happy, 22
Yeah, yeah
Yeah Yeah
Happy 22
Yeah i'm out here with the crew
Living life healthy
Document the shit we do
When we come
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
fifty, one sixty-nine
I got it, you want a box of condoms? What kind?
That's two quarters, two quarter waters
The New York Times
You need a bag for
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
on a new beat with a loose leaf I'm the crew chief and not losing truly
Had to Do Me when I was moving two things then I had to turn brand new leaves you see
know about a pine box?
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
Autopsy on that same nigga when they pull out twenty-nine shots
'Til I hit up your whole crew
You bully bro? You wanna harm me?
I got my crew by my side, it's army
Words are weapons, I gotta let my bars speak
One little, two little, three
tourin' off a ticket that's a one way
Told the chicken while she sunbathes
E will eat the box if you get us home unscathed
(So where you guys headed to?) Yo
15 CD box set is finally complete (whoa..)
And did I fail to mention also I do beats on my PlayStation 2
And I've comprised the hi-fidelity medley
me
They get no luv from me, they get no luv from me yeah
Ay, I get so live in a hot box
Cops pull me over i tell lies in the cop shop (Yeah Fuck ya)
We
(Oh-oh, oh)
(Yeah, yeah
(Oh-oh, oh) oh-whoa, yeah
(Oh-oh, oh)
(CZ Beats, why you do 'em that?)
Brand new 4-5 with the RIP (RIP)
In the trap
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