Lyrics:
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
like ultrasounds?
I'd be wrong to hold you down
I'd be wrong to let you blow
Once I spit a bar, it's over
Your career is comatose
Rolling, rolling,
written and that's by default
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear
on standby
Waving just to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
say I didn't warn you
No, I won't mourn for you
Offered you to be in my book
Now I'm an author with a new look
When I walk in the room, I be gunnin'
All
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
your mind and lick your
Funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin'?
Not with guns
fought the demons in your mind with swords of angels.”Chapter 1. Welcome to the Game
- it starts over again... and again... and again... and again...
to you
By givin' all my love to you
'Cuz now I finally understand
That I've got to be a better man
I didn't mean to break your heart
I didn't mean to do
about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
I'm Tyson
Twist my brain and feel my frame colliding
(Look)
I still remember that party by Mira Loma
A Golden Aura elegantly shrouded your persona
on the block we gone all slide
Ever since bro died I've been on grind
Like Kid Cudi day n night pushing that white
I need that money mother fucka that's on life
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
to get signed
I'm right in my prime, I'll blow up your mind
One at a time, I keep em in line
They wanna be mine, I give em a dime
They still don't believe,
honey like I stole your bike
New Kids On The Block had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For
heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every
bosses
You want to get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses
I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger
I live day by day, but my mind set
What happened to Debbie?"
I said, "Man, it all happened so fast, I'm sorry I didn't do anything to protect your sister"
He pulled me aside, he said,
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