Lyrics:
a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones,
turn
Before these thorns cut me down
Haven't seen the sky in ages
There is no time to live
There they go
Along with the train
One by one
For better
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin' the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin'
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin the fat
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
Kickin' your ass, for the past
Three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it
So you defin-in-it-itely need to bob your head
And I say!
I'd like
gotta
Car With the top cut off
She in my car and her top is off
To top it off she gone top me
Off by the time we pulloff
I’m Knocking her off, throwing
the age of five
Watched my daddy burned alive
They cut him low and they hung him high
Swayin' in the breeze
The last words I heard him say
Before they stole
win the game now
Hit the studio and let the pain out
You see me in public I got my dawgs wit me I'm always surrounded by canines
Last summer I was
ignite like a pyro, make em burn when they
Step into the sideshow
Gonna cut em in half really tight, so kickin' your ass when ya
Step into the sideshow
Neighbor home, in your kitchen
Baby gone, who your kids with
This situation's truth
I cut off amber heard
And came out calm inside a suit
Call me blessed
that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark
My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.
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Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
A stew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think, but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd puttin
a shark
Can't find a spark bitch this my movie and you just play a part
I'm kissed by karma young and dumb I didn't believe in that
Message from God came
quite enough faith
Now, in Sunday School we read the blessed book
How you was tempted in the wilderness
Forty days without no drink or food
Beat
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit
My brick talk
that
I had in the
Land to battle you and cut your hands off
Take your mans off of the scene and do the
Same thing to form all day for the green
I’m
to be sure (Will you trust me?)
I'll be waiting below
When I'm certain that you're in place (for the whistle to blow)
I'll pound three times
Three
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
father I just can't fight
To break free of this feeling
Cast your mind back 40 odd years to the
Summer of love still ringing in your ears
Hampstead
Yo, tell 'em we back in this
One-of-a-kind spirit's
Be remembered with the time
The sky's the limit
Bitch I'm barely in my prime
This ain't half
I got it
I put that shit on I'm dripping exotic
I cut off them niggas they aura was toxic
Ain't pulling up until I get that deposit
I'm vibing in
the town you need more fitness
Bringing in sums from how I summarize
Winnebago summer nights
E.P.T ain't nothing nice
Takes about a hustla's life
But I never
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