Lyrics:
beat was produced by Rob the Vikang
I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang
motherfuckers
(See I)
Ich hör Gangstatexte, Gangsta Rap
(I keep it gangsta)
Auf CD und I'm Auto, I'm Tapedeck
(Ridin by)
Durch die Stadt, Gangstamucke bei
the dark
With me myself and my broken heart
He always been my nigga until death tore us apart
He really my day one he been by my side from the start
And I
deliver Def Jams, call me Rick Rubin
Big nine millimetre or the SIG shootin'
Brains hangin' out your wig, you a Fig Newton
Pie cooker, word to Jimmy
We've been here for days.
If this album is fire.
I'm about to get a raise.
I've been going off topic.
Smoking lll chronic
cin't no rapper going to stop me
tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -
than Tony Parker
This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother
Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
Mention names in my family tree
on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)
Uh
stacking right on me
The lies on me
Defied by me
The lines y'all see, are defined by me
Can't see the vision, y'all blind, I see
I can, take so much, that is
nigga)
Big BSF, big Griselda
(You ain’t make nothing we ain’t make, nigga)
Emerged from the slums
I had to get it off the corner
Rest in peace tats
Chuggin brews
Like what the fuck I'm toasting
I ain't
Livin
To my hype
I been working on a minimum
So many hours in the ER and I'm smoking premium
Jokin
thief robbers
Half is wack and the rest half is becausers
All the nectar is stolen by the bee watchers
Steal it out and sell it to the big offer
And while
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that
Sabered on the Death Star
But I remain unbroken like a
Blade that's made of Beskar
Fett cuz I've been so inventive and
I get head like I'm Ventress
Doubling
the wood, it was laced
High as fuck, feeling great
Wait, fuck never mind
This ain't good, big mistake
This shit fake
And I would let you stay, but I can't, ho
Lava Pit
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Intro
How the fuck did you get in my castle
Chorus
Murder
death’s the saddest song
Uh, Can we sing along?
For practice, sit within the pause for reflection
Have to diss if they gone target the brethren
Fact
broke up what was he to do
He decided he would take the solo route
It's 1992 the year the chronic came out
Then it followed by something we all know
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around with
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