Lyrics:
chains to let my chest thrive
Let me neck shine
Okappi or a chain by your neck line
Next time I'ma let the Patek shine
For alota niggahs out here ain’t no
just couldn't walk anymore
But I know the caliber in daddy's chest
And I know what Holland Hill drives
The state let him go, but I guess it was
Angels in the Skies
Hours passing by
When I close my eyes tell me is it truth or lies
Warden of the night can you hear my cry
Man on the tree is it
coroner gon' pick 'em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your
TIMBERLAND'S
HEARD THE MAN SLEEPING WITH HIS WOMAN SO ITS FUCK HIM
SHOULDN'T DRIVE BUT HE GONNA DO IT ANYWAY
HE PUTS THE KEY IN THE IGNITION NOW HES ON THE WAY
Man nah go dead I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
I have my own I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Nah run again I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Chi
nigga let me torture
Hangers on your motherfuckin' back bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic mad man dead body chucker
Quick to pull the trigger on another
PUMPIN PUMPIN PUMPIN
I'ma drive a stake into yo chest
Stabwound be big as burrito
Silver bullet through the back of yo dome
Bloodstains like tattoos
Only
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
the motherfuckers goin' in debt.
Slay shit no matter how many dead.
How many heads I'll turn till I'm wearing a vest.
Best of the best till killed by the feds.
Pills
the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck
That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead
I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead
Her
up my heritage
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab
That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in
fucking your bitch up and then I kill this beat sideways
Drive off a bridge man I'm drifting off the highway
You better get the fuck out the stu' if you
just fall back
And just release on these folks
I don't give a fuck
Man I'll do it now
I'll drive it here
I'll speed it out
And I'll see if you can keep
Yeah, woo, yeah
That's the idea, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're
Don't need more crewmates (Nope)
I know some rappers who want me dead today
I'm turnin' it up, man, I'm sorry
It's too late
I'm off three edibles, bitch,
Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing
my head?
"Get me out of town" is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trenchcoat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival,
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
the King of Britain dead
I wanna thrust a knife deep in his chest
I wanna feel and see his blood run red
I cannot rest till I am King
For no man's fool, am
I Gotcha
Uh huh, huh
You thought I didn't see ya now, did ya
Uh huh, huh
You try to sneak by me now didn't ya
Uh huh, huh
Now gimme what ya promised
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