Lyrics:
fuckin' up big time, I hate this shit
I'm caught in the middle of havin' love for a lil' nigga
And knowin' what's expected of me as a real nigga (damn
err'day, do this err'day
Feel like I was born for ballin' out
Time is callin'
(You see it) I was born to ball, bitch! (Bad Boy)
If you ain't heard you live
Yeahh
Bae don't ahead of me
Please
Do not forget what you said to me
Thought you'd be the best for me
Sorry but you not
Whole time loving didn't
the gauge
Fucking it up like we always do
Some down ass homies and your damn ass crew
So keep your ass off the mix, bitch
Or you'll find your self in another
for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2
Rebuffed yet I get love too
Mix the old school with sumnthin new
Some don’t
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
and doubt it
Your love you just shout it
Im counting 6 bands 2 glocks in my hands
Just give me one minute you know theres no limit
I'm going insane
She giving
to reach
Respect is about the hardest damn thing in the streets to get
Make your moves correct, Watch your crew
Watch your back, They watching you
Anybody
restaurant
Buy you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on your coming out them panty hose
You want gold, girl
or just mess up
But everything's live that's why I don't dress up
"Blastmaster KRS" a synonym for "fresh"
I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no
and Rockwilder in the house for the nizzow
If you don't know you might as well close your biz out
(To my peeps in Queens)
Yeah oh shit, yo, it's a bird
fuckin' up big time, I hate this shit
I'm caught in the middle of havin' love for a lil' nigga
And knowin' what's expected of me as a real nigga (damn
quit (damn i love loud) (his excellent)
It's never said I feel like a severed head endeavors delivered by the Shepard im lectured 2 venture westward 2
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
that's a huddle
Tryna Rob my nigga
Yes we gunning for yo whole damn crew
And yes we don't settle
Yes I keep a gun
Cause a nigga don't scruffle
Yes I'm
it's just me and the booze
Lettin' the liquor do the talkin'
Knockin' me out like I'm sleepwalkin' (uh)
Midday lookin' for a new box to cave
At night
you
Rule number 1
Never give him someone to turn to at night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew
Rule number 3
Never call him
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
Here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe)
And listen to a few views from two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure
Here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe)
And listen to a few views from two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure
Say what you like
Cuzzy, do your thing, I'mma do mine
Cuzzy, do you and I'mma do I
And I ain't selling out grime
I'm just selling out grime (unit's)
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