Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
.G., here is me, I make medicine sick
I'm never takin a loss, but beatin em down with force
Go when Dave writes the source, I got more holes than a golf
tension people
Like how can he even land this
Still Up in the air
Makin legitimate demands it’s
Video Dave, Byron Allen, and Ed O’Bannon
Back in 97 my legs
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
GAWNE (feat. KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens) –LYRICS
[Verse 1: GAWNE]
I swore to the G.O.D…
I was finna get mine…
Cause mama you done made it out
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
Real nigga shit
And so the story began
With a young black man
From the South-Side, a Chicago's hood
Understood winters get cold
And summers get hot
a traditional term used by the people of Minas Gerais Minas Gerais
oh yes, Pele the footballer is also born there O Brasil - Brasil
E' muito mais - it's so much
inna electrician and
Start tazing family we put holes in skins
Them man are some grazing family
I drop so much shit
Them man are still straining family
for tonight.
Money is burnin' a hole in your pocket
Friday night we'll blow the stars out of socket, oh yeah!
Skyrocket! Skyrocket, babe!
Ooh, Lord
waitin' for tonight.
Money is burnin' a hole in your pocket
Friday night we'll blow the stars out of sight, oh yeah!
Skyrocket! Skyrocket, babe!
profile
I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line
Fam, ask T-Mobile
Six o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup
little thots
People who hate me get hit by a rock
All my haters see me at the top
Your girl just gave me... top
Last time you dropped an album, it flopped
las puertas
Q me habían cerrado
Pero recuerda que MJ es Jordan
Con el 23 o el 45 en la jersey e' Chicago
Con dos cubanas fumándome un havano
Una
Pitbull reißt
Ich feier keinen aus Pac, Brudi, rich for life
? chicago bulls
Es wird zeit, bin so weit
Mein album puls
Sorry du model: Meisterwerk
face in the hood I ain't talking no Bape
Feel like Kim K started out with a tape
Now I got like two albums and one on the way
Oh by the way
We paving
Oh this how you coming O'Lake
I gotchu
Look its game time
Utah
Game five
My mic sick
Sick with the mic
Naw they ain't making rappers like this
Thats
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame
You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
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