Lyrics:
ranging
That candy blue, on locks that I'm staging
Rearranging, your changing thoughts
When I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars
Like Randy Moss, I'ma
biting and turn you to zombies
It’s blue on the tip turn you white Abercrombie
And burn up yo scalp with that fire I’m sorry
I’m licensed to carry a stick
to crash by my feet
Collision from visions the symphony speaks
Flow like a river but crashing a boat when it's heat
Drowning the fleet, pounding the sand
to take it, you gon' die with your homie
I'm 'bout my cheese, my cheddar, my chicken
That boy keep talking I promise he
Get hit with that Smith N'
Blue
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out
Me 'n' shawty high, we could go all night
All night, we could go all night
Black Panemara with the neon light
Come thru, you could always drop by
All
benjamins
Money on mind
I need that money on deck
Building the name
Saving stack by stack
Move out my way bitch
The king is back
Dropping bars
Never dip low
I'm my own idol and, if you can't say shit
N you should ass it
My accessorized accessories bring
Out my assets n this sound on acid, tablets
Stussy
heards (word)
Then I took your black ass out to the subberbes
People don't know about you and me (or unity)
Ain't it funny how were still down in 93
again
Big extension look like a ruler
Might have to cop me a new FN
And these n***** bitches
They claim they a shoots
Don't kno how it feel to be locked
on a n**** in school
Now I'm screaming fuck it, just do what you do
I wan't the lil bitch to get hung by his dreads
I'm telling you now Ian taking nun back
started that ol' wild, thugged out
grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit
Nigga what?
[Chorus: Sticky]
It's the O-N-why-X
Where my
your eyes my sweet
We're just the same
We all get desperate sometimes
Feeling black and blue
I know you'll find it hard
To accept it sometimes
We all
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
Put a dark in the blue then we put it in the red, Balotelli
Them times it was M way, I mean M way, T house, M way
Now it's penty, uptown penty
beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry
It was a miracle I even got out of longwood alive
This town full of men with big mouths and no guts
I mean, if you can just picture it
Clip niggas it's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it yo, yo, yo
It's the final curtain
We black masks and black turbans
Lightin' up
Clip niggas it's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it yo, yo, yo
It's the final curtain
We black masks and black turbans
Lightin' up
Long lost treasures never found
I buried that bitch in the underground
She's still dead just as I recall
The black tar filled its lungs
Drove me
Slash did
Your voice reminds me of
Guns N' Roses on the radio
Let you play my old Les Paul
Now it's raining in November
And I can't find my way home
Black
to which I can grow
Fuck do you know, 'bout a spiritual soul
Rap as a ritual zone, rhyme and habitual flow
Posssesed by a zest to be best even though it
alone, only prayed to Allah
N****s wanna judge me?
Only really judged by God
I know I ain't perfect but I'm worth it just to him, yeah
N****s acting like
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
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