Lyrics:
to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tip
They ass up out the basket
Belligerent glass
me back
But somehow we still ain't talking (talk)
That been hurting me often
Shortie gon' move
I'm with the crew
Prolly gon' hit it by two, yuh
I beat
a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Just come correct wit' the synapses or ya doo
Don't come cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop
flame with no shame
Now many people die over these dead green guys
Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise
It's the root of all evil and sins
Budweiser!
Na hmean yo, what? Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a dick nigga!
the doctor told her sister of the two options she had to survive; she had to let the child die for her to live or let the child live for her to die. It was
Commendations for my previous track (Ini.og)
Imma shank every spiritual demon dead
Leave them red
Live by the word, I can't live by bread
Like Jesus
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
out tHe Homie in a cell
I know He Hated school
But it's better tHan jail
Gotta tHank God I was saved by tHe bell
Tryna spit bars
I ain't trying to live
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
First contestants fallin' down, flag covered up over the casket
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender, no cousin, no friend, no
suit on instead
They kill two of us niggas every week
Leave us dead, stinkin' in the street
Say we was a threat to they ass
But they lyin' 'cause
know how we made it this far
A skinny nigga too, I got up on the pull-up bar
Niggas dying over who fucked who
Some broke ass bitch with a fat ass made
wrist
Yeah you twerk good but can you do that on a dick
That ass poking I lost focus why you do that
Pussy leaking lick the sement off my crew neck
reporting live for Channel 2 News
But the news crews jetted and I did too
So I'm back on the move and I got nothing to lose
except my shoes
but I lost those
out tonight
I'ma run up to tower records to get a pizza
Aight
Ima come back
Yeah
[dr. dooom]
Chewin alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin on old
whole body break
Look at yo' broke-ass clique on the corner
Talkin shit about a nigga 'cause he does what he want to
Cousin, pull the record back
roll wit' nothin' but them real niggaz (One),
hard to kill niggaz (Two)
Quick-to-grab-the-steel niggaz, (Three)
soldier in the feel niggaz (Four)
Hard
That Slob is dead so he can't come to retaliate
Fuck them Slob niggas let 'em come cack and trip
I got a Tec 9 with 2-30 round clips
On safe thinkin'
That Slob is dead so he can't come to retaliate
Fuck them Slob niggas let 'em come cack and trip
I got a Tec 9 with 2-30 round clips
On safe thinkin'
worthless our lives are to the justice system
I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard
[Verse Two]
N****z with knowledge is more
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
a care in the world just a walkin' dead, people said,
He wouldn't live past the age ah sixteen
Juvenile delinquent constantly sykin' up to dope fiends,
the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
A dead one in the front, dead cop in the back
And two live bitches
on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Yeah, time to start putting grown-ass
Men on time out tell me what they mad fo'
Huh? Tell me what they mad
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