Lyrics:
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two
Tu' mir den Gefallen und bleib Gangsta
Das heißt mach genau das, was du denkst, klar
Steig in den Wagen, zeig mir die Straßen
Ganxtaville - wir rasen
Hided in weaks oaths and by an artificial Peace
The Nuclear Warfare comes and bring you to the knees
A deadly Storm of Warheads are now
rough would you stay right by my side
Even it meant thay you had to let go of yo pride,
Baby are you down for this you can be my ride or die
Baby would
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's vendetta
(X2)
Verse 2
If you live by da sword then you die by da sword
It don't
Rambo.
They hot since 138th had that ???
Young Buck, Dumb Fuck
Two Gunz up, ride or die til the suns up.
Gangsta and a Gentleman dogg,
I got class, Ima
die bitch
(Recite 8x)
Verse 2:
I cut between this green house and this blue muthafucker
Still touting my money, I'm headed back towards my brother
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
with tha V-E-C-T
I'm telling you motherfuckers I was Born 2 Die
111 villain from arcane
AK spray, beat your dead body as it lay
On the concrete die in 1
til i join you
Spoken:
You ain't got to worry about how long i'm gonna morn ya,
I'm gonna keep your name on tha streets
Chorus x2
[Treach]
while living the life of a king
I know I take for granted at times for what I got
Still hustlin' and bustlin'
And now and then I stand a pop or two
motherfuckers still want to I-see-E
To blaze up a sac of that green bombay
And when I reach my peak, I explode like dante
Tha ganjay has got my mind wide open,
I said Ay you can call me Babe
Shorty me n you, a picnic it's a date
We can go drop top cruisin by da bay
Take the backroads fuck an interstate
Tell
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,I die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
on my drama mama you gon live lavish we well on tha way by the looks of my last hit but i hope im not too late cuz i been sleepin on my rappin cant
or die
Better walk light and keep your head on tha swivel
Make sure you stay at arms reach on ya pistol
Don't let him fool ya keep ya eye on the young
Baby it's ya prerogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All i know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
I touch down, by lil Fate
(Hook)
Now don't get mad at me 'cause ya hoe outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
Just charge it to the game and find
The heat is on
are yall really ready to die
The heat is oonnnnn
have ya mutha ready to cry
The heat is on high, oh, you know
[DMX]
The heat is on what's my
must b gettin around,
Caught me by surprise, thought we wuda walked the isle
Caught another sign, libra need delete my file
Made my way 2 ro, not 2 c V
Erday I’m in the trap with drugs
Erday I’m on the block with them thugs
Erday niggas die by them slugs
Erday a different hoe no love
Erday a new
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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