Lyrics:
Your
Eyes
Hello3:05
Eye spy
The devil inside3:11
Call them good company
They don’t know the bad company in me
Light house
Good view
Ocean waves
intravenous
It's war and we fighting for inches and millimetres
Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
If we don't give them martyrs no
Gimmie a kiss
Here he come three
Gimmie a kiss
I don't want to see him no more
I don't want to see him no more
Here he comes
Blood money
Lock your door
em' by the pussy maybe
Give a little pinch
But no one seems to care as long as
They still got the inches
Keep pushin' up that hill
Never back down cause
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
trust a shank, when I cheffed up-, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer
But I still don't trust this skeng (big beretta, big berretta)
I don't even
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
Verse 1 T-Pain
IMPALA!,
2 63's,
I got 1 form NY 1, from the L.A. Streets,
1 got 22's, 1 got 14's,
1 blood red, the other crip blue with some green in it
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
the hammer back
Stood by his side and didn't dash
When the charge is federal
And they fingerprint his ass
Who can he trust to be
In front of the judge
Smooth as Sinatra, you can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast, I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See, I recruit smart niggas with heart,
the past
Glock wit a dick its like 21 inches
Glock wit a dick said he run for the fences like
Niggas is bitch niggas is pussy dont tote on no sticks
Niggas
never get the kind of love I needed from those who share my blood
I'm constantly relearning that I'm stronger for it
They call it connection
And when I'm
We still don't care, anytime anywhere
Oh lovely,lovely,lovely blood
And now, the world tag-team champions!
Cock back the hammer, watch me lay them
all of mine
Three cell phones ringing (Hello) office hours nine to five
Hammer kept close by, in case I gotta nail sump'n
Ain't heard a word in weeks,
it up whoa
Get ya crew call ya man it's a go hoe
Pull up in the whip all rojo
I'm with the crew and we all go loko!
(VERSE THREE)
You could take
Cops got your son and next they took your daughter
Living in the ghetto your building crooked like the Carter
Better yet in a Bmore doing jux by
Cops got your son and next they took your daughter
Living in the ghetto your building crooked like the Carter
Better yet in a Bmore doing jux by
don't pour me no Fanta
I don't fuck with dirty but come from the mud
You ain't my blood brother, my brother by blood
Do this shit for your mother that
out hya
But when mi come tuh take yuh three yuh see blood city real out hya
Anyway mi go mi got de fourty lock
Yow Jace Jakes load de straps
Call blacks
I done ran out of Pac-Men
Really need a crown on my head like a Catholic
Never been a bitch and I don't plan on startin'
Blood gang, beat a beat
by one they hammer his limbs to the cross
With three iron nails
His feet will bear him nowhere else
His journeys have ended
Lying there looking up
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