Lyrics:
em
They all the same by whatever
Name you call em
Call em out in an open forum
In close quarters
Never do a thing by a half
Go in full force toward em
crusade
I ain't even seen no sleep in like three days
God bring it back Bring it back with that replay aye
Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
back up off 360 the road is rough,
You gotta bring a whole lot, but can't hold enough,
I call ya bluff every time I pull a card out,
Nothin' easy,
bang 'cause I'm behind bars
And rearrange DNA, play like God
I bring it back
Back to life, back to life
Back to life, back to life
Back to life,
whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in
Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'
Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back
shooter, If I fuse em, he gon Buss Em Out (shooting)
Bring out my "Anthelion Dragon" and he gon (Buss Em Out)
Smoke em, "Odd-Eyes Raging"! Es un moero when I
Bottles by the rows, way to bring 'em in
Bring a few hoes, and they better be tens
Keep it on the low, bring a few friends
Back to the crib, let
want him to hear me out
Think about the past and all the many things we talked about
Think about all the people influenced by what comes out our mouth
niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
The danger boys pull out the heat
and hit they street and just gon flame the boys
Them niggas from
niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
The danger boys pull out the heat
And hit they street and just gon flame the boys
Them niggas from
my blessings
Cuz I come from the desert
So I'm stacking the money
While I'm fighting depression
And they're trynna bring us down but I won't let em
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
We fell in love and lit a flame before the Tinder came
Back when T.I. "Bring 'Em Out" and 50 fucked with Game
We was a unit somethin' special life
these other little Gs (don't break up the fight let 'em rumble) (check)
Don't make enemies with me
What nigga? Young motherfucking thugs, let's out
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
of the muhfuckin' day
no more yayo, boy I done sold out
Nigga pull up in a mothafuckin' foreign on
forgies that'll bring them hoes out
Like yeah nigga, niggas keep
I sleep on my tongue and I stand by it to
I can say lots with a little words or few like
Adam had 'em yeh meed the madame
I'll introduce you to the...
Pasta Rhymes vedo che ti piace assai
Master Chef con asta e mike la tua pancia va in stand-by
If there's one thing that makes hip hop music unique
There's
on my jeans tucked and it's out now
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
woulda yeah you funny)
(Shoulda woulda coulda saved ya money)
(Shoulda coulda woulda boy that's funny)
You got tricked out nigga bring them bricks out
You
blind
Just tell em', I'm back on my mission
This for the Young and the Gifted...
Go out and go get it
Go out and go get it
Go out and go get it
This for
valued in dollars the only thing seen
Never to see em again cuz they got what they wanted
And death in the family can bring
Us all together but can not be
'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass
Now it's time to make a Third Ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's
You
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