Lyrics:
the south,
Then grab the earth by the ankles, and shake the paper out.
Nigga, I'm 'bout my paper route, so I'm gone, make a route.
Anybody blocking my road
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
Yeah
Holy Ground
My woes I sing loud
l won't hold'em down
All of the sounds
I bring out
Echoes all around and
Golds what I find in the deep
Look
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga
two times with a clap
Tell ‘em to bring it back
Tell ‘em to bring it back
When I step up in the spot that's a wrap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the
Stores
time, and nothing coming of it
So serfs up; bring out your damned
Bring out your weary
Don't leave 'em alone
So serfs up; bring out your pitchforks
for memory
Bring out the knives
To cut and divide
Let 'em bleed, watch 'em burn in the fire
Digging a hole
Bury the trust
Lay it to rest
(Killin' niggas by the genocide)
Leave 'em punch drunk, like they collar
Put the gin aside (Put the gin aside)
Don't need to bring the TEC in
Transform like
the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh
Like Buffalo Bill
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
(We out'ea)
Where my real fans at? (We out'ea)
Ey this is that other rap
Bring it to where the parties' at (We out'ea)
And let 'em know (We out'ea)
Yo
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
Bone]
Remember when that dog jumped out of the darkside,
Come creep in the barrel bitch if you test my hood,
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your
This, Em
Everywhere They Go
I just
Wanna bring the dawgs out
I just
Wanna bring the dawgs out
I just
Wanna bring the dawgs out
I just
Wanna bring
high (Yeah)
I got one thing figured out
It's that all these niggas fake
One by one I pick 'em out
All they hoes come to the shows
One by one I dig 'em
Christ
Hit em with the back up get up off me
Looking for the kid
You can find me where the lost be
Got me
Rodger that
Over out
(Copy)
Living by the sword
shawties
Tell em that we bout to go
Ckt we the army
But we hop out of rarris
And we slide on the low
Girl I know you wanna fuck wit us
Bring all your
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around
Only few, I'm holding down
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all
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