Lyrics:
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
simply smart play by the
legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch.
Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
I was up, I was down, by my sin I was bound
A dead man walking, everyday wondering what am I doing here
Never had much to say, just throwing my life
the blunt and picking up A
45 show to making it run
Dead but usually ghosting
Play with the clip to your head
Yeah Yeah we deal with the gang
Play with these
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground,
me, I'm like Christ to niggas
Them large niggas was blind I dropped the
Shit and gave sight to niggas
Load the M-16 rocking Supreme
Nowadays they don't
back my life
I give it back to You
I give it back
Yes, You've raised me from the dead
A living testament
I want to live for You
I want to live
No
You better run, you better hide
Four forces collide
Somehow our atoms survive
Sever all ties
From a universe of mankind
Spot satellites, secret agent
wild with my niggas we'll run around the hood just for fun
By eighth grade year we was trapping stacking ones, staying up for parties packing guns
that crooked life right to the side
Gotta live better if I wanna get by
Tryna give my family a better life
Tryna live nice with a couple kids and a wife
Murmaider [Repeat: x 16]
But beware
For when you quench your blood thirst
Others will seek their vengeance on you
And they won't rest
Until you're dead
brighter by the end,
I’m changing the world, you liars don’t have to try to yet,
Cause if I was dead to the world I would still inspire it,
When will you
motherfucker cold like Keyshia
Stop signs, Simon says
We don't give a fuck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke niggas, we don't live with
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat
Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when
Clocking on dough fucking a whore
Fuck you a foe not UFO
You stuck in coal I found me gold
Dead it before I dead you rows
No pussy on a pedestal only
don't know what I've done
I'm wanted and on the run
I'm wanted and on the run
So I'm taking this moment to live in the future
Release me from
Tell them it's a block thing
Murder murder, murder murder
Niggas run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch
an obstacle i'm always falling over
when i see somebody everybody gotta scream, its an ogre
too dead to live and too dead to die
you better run and hide
probably took your pack, it was probably in Wells
Clean it up (muh)
(Yo, on my mama, that shit hard Jeezy)
Live one, ayy
Got touched and no one
the rules don't apply?
Have we traveled so far that balloons in the sky is natural?
Long live the dead, y'all special
Pop one for you
Drink, cheers for you
bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a nigga live to die in the flames
'cause I torture
Takin' It, Live wit it, Makin' It
but ain't delt wit it
Now the time has come we have been through this long we dropping like a storm
Why they
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