Lyrics:
Skelter means war, I'm on my rock ruckus
You block fam, gun cocked, the block jammed, Smuckers
Jealously spread over bread, when you're fam, fuck ya
plat' and gold, yeah fo' sho'
Ayy, my gun he tweakin' and the deacon could get hit too, if the piece reload
And I got a petri dish full of ET shit, we
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
kids and Miss Cita, lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't
gave
Him our first bricks
We did ten thousand by the first trip
Shit I’m on ace right now I still got
A cousin in one "O" eight right Now nigga
In
can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
Honey got a sexy all steamin'
an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."
[Billy Danze:]
Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
And a brand new way
rappers, m jwenn gwo vant
Vye tifa sa? Li pale twòp, bend over
Bese tèt ou lè ou nan prezans mwen
Got a right to "bear arms", call up shwab: we dump lead
Eu
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
chiki
Oh shit!! Frustration, fuck this formation
How many people do i got in my life,
Give me space or get erased
You're blocking me from my goals
My
Choppa like liu kang gotta stupid kickback
Yeah I'm from the outWest we don't go kickbacks
But some of my niggas Bsv or Billy Gang they reppin that
Keep da drank hahahaha ahh
Yeeeeeeeaaaaa
Dash H stands fa Hooligan
Miss me Miss me
Now she wanna kiss me
Never ever broke so you ain't gotta fix me
Girl I'm still having dreams of the way that you move on that pole
Don't go to clubs, miss the one in our home
Sweat through my sheets I've got pain
pray on me to get packed out
Gangsta in me, not on me, man
Liquor keep, cause I got no fans
Only killers in L.I., fam
Only killers in L.I., fam
geekin on sum street shit with my gun
Arguing and leaving too much she must ain’t the one
Now she got me seeing too much
Blinded by her love
And she stayed
don't feel right, no-oh-oh
But your looks are to kill I'm, so-oh-oh
Fucking done
Where's the gun?
Coz I'm, out of lo-ah-ove
You dun got me in the right
my ass smile
R. Kelly got beat up in jail, good for that pedophile
I'ma miss Donald Trump, can't front, he was funny
Obama gave us trap phones,
Now you got a body
But what I love most is how you put
Put your lips on top of me
You gots to be the baddest bitch
I've ever seen in my life wait!
Nearly lost his queen in a dip
Yeah, she righted herself
Straightened out her slip and kicked him in the shin
Miss Billy Begonia thinks she's hit the "Big
stories with allegories, so on, so forth
But who give a shit? The long lost lyricist
Niggas got rich talkin' nonsense, get yours
Shoot for the moon
got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is
flooded my wrist had to stack up some bricks
Fell in love with this switch how the fuck imma miss
Back at the spot with the gun in my pants
Air that bitch
comment on
Shoot it like a Tommy Gun
Gun it down, gun it down, gun it
You don’t want to miss what I put down
On the regular, boy it’s time to set it off
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