Lyrics:
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
that Vanilla Ice
Who said that I'm civilised
I'm a villain you can see it in my eyes
Spin the wheel tryna win the prize
Hit the jackpot split it with
empty chairs
There was a rumour pavarotti would sing there
To raise funds for a music school but then the
Whole thing vanished into thin air
Yeah it don't stop baby, it don't stop
Yo yo yo yo yo uh
1, 2 it don't stop 1, 2 it don't stop
Like this, like this
We gon' hit y'all like this it
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
I'm gon' pop after dropping these gems
All the hits that I got, guarantee gon' spin
And my team gon' win like Kobe with the 5 rings
Verses so perfect,
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
then I supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcing ya
You said you're ready like Freddie
This message is brought to you by big pharma
And the corrupt government of the United States of America
What's happening out here man
Fiends dying
This message is brought to you by big pharma
And the corrupt government of the United States of America
What's happening out here man
Fiends dying
me to death
And she'll take you out
Click clack yea we snappin Dats bonnie and Clyde
By my side neva die always ride
My supply she provided then I
I Bet you gon slip when we slide
Creep on his block aint nobody outside
I'm tryna spin I'm like who boutta drive
Caught him on live now he not alive
supplies.
Dunbrody, built for Graves family.
Wealthy merchants who lived overseas.
But when the Famine hit,
They took this ship,
To free…
To free…
destruction
Plus an infinite supply of thought Feeling and desire ,
materials imperative to each narratives construction
Each day i live is a mission,
everybody's scared cause the damage that I've done with two songs
Is probably more than their album did
Be afraid, be afraid I'mma get'cha
Little Lab's
looking crab in the barrel'ish to me
You live by it you die by it
Y'all fake news We not buying
Y'all could keep Trump and have Biden
The streets don't love
something for my energy
So I can go and live
Wanted to walk outside and just stroll
When I looked out
I'm thinking where did everybody go
Then it hit me like
on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart
Oh it's money man? Handle your biz -- we the ones
that'll strangle your kids, make
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
Here Come The Squad,
Its Time To Get Ghost...
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
If You Wanna Stay You Get Beat By A Pig,
Fuck That Shit Cause' Where I Live,
My Boys Got
the ride we live we strive to soul rock reggae
Come together live the truth with soul rock reggae
I hit your heart from in the booth with soul rock reggae
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
and its beautiful
Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make
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