Lyrics:
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop
[Chorus]
[Oh No]
In this
block know you
The whole block been knew this story but they ain't told you"
His mom says to him, "I hope you know your pap was a good man
But he just
time
Slow poke
I finally gave way, when under deed
Down flow
No longer stearing choosen
O-O-On autopilot cruisin
Haywire, crash, virus
Pull your
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
too clean to curse?
You can't curse?
What's up with that?
The booties...
[ Kid ]
Yo Play, take this one
[ VERSE 1: Play ]
We want to be a part
...for your life...
This is the Devil's time...
My heart is heavy my mind a mess first I need to find John nothing more and nothing less.
He blames himself
be the big fish
I’m the new age king of lyrical fitness
You didn’t believe in me, now I’m hitting this
How many time must I claim I’m king
Not in rap,
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
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
signs)
Sippin' red wine (red wine)
We all losin' time (losin' time)
Bae, don't lose your mind (lose your mind)
Bae, I'm boujee, huh (boujee, huh)
screen to buffer
Grandma got me that members badge
So when I join the chat, your girl's in trouble
We're the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
It's time
niggas pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty
I want
Yeah, it's illmatic (yeah)
It's illmatic (yeah)
It's illmatic, huh
(Huh, check it)
(One time for your mind, one time)
Yeah, whatever
(One
1
Yo I'm back in the frame
Stangzz on the beat and I'm running the game
Blow up your speakers and take all the blame
Ain't on my level, what a big
if I showed you
I'm talking 10-15 thousand dollars on the tab, that's just on wine
This lifestyle, it'll blow your mind
You know, we goin' have it
I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept
1
Yo I'm back in the frame
Stangzz on the beat and I'm running the game
Blow up your speakers and take all the blame
Ain't on my level, what a big
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
And your growth is admirable
But hey I would of love to hop on this track
Nigga this a stick up pick up
Put the fucking information in the bag
I see you
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