Lyrics:
than toasters
It's just Drip n Red
And I don't mean roses
In more business
Than your nose is
Shhhhh
Hold this (hold it)
I don't need luck
Don't bring me
Yeah ah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah YEAH
Fuck you, ah, and your advice
Fuck you too with your constant cries
Fuck you all, die by a drive-by
Fuck the world,
with their families cuz they have no option
The law shut the gun in a wicked fashion
They don't want immigrants become American
Shoot to kill are
I was just up in the trenches
Surviving, heard gun shots everyday
That shit was real
Walking outside seeing dead bodies traumatizing
You don't know
and it don't make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents,
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still
I'm as hard as you
Cutthroats and bud smoke, I'm an Eastside loc
So don't let the crossover fool ya
I been down since '81, LB top gun biyatch
and my friend
(You used to be my best friend)
You can get struck by lighting, washed away by the sea
Burned in a fire, just don't bring it back to me
cant suck on my toes
I just French kissed a frog
But my prince never rose
It's a lie
They say that time flies by
So I try
To make every moment real sweet
a nigga queen, I don't play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination I'mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is
Closed off Wont talk
U'll prolly clown back
Aint had the best luck
Cry n they'll use that
Strong young alone
Dont help that I'm a target
Beautiful
niggas
Stand tall don't be victim don't cry wolf no bitching
You Gotta remember that niggas & bitches be trippin So listen to your intuition
Love beyond
(yeah)
Yellow track suit like Bruce lee
Smack the shit out you like NIP, I'm in the lab fuck a vip
Rip off a tab n I trip, I don't do zannys lil bitch
Fuck
to shovel the snow for buck
Everyday i was testing my luck
Me and Brodie got jumped by the Truck
Had a gun to my face but ain't buss
I was only like 9 what
I put my back against the wall and I come out swingin'
It's like a round of applause when my gun start screamin'
They got me fucked up, don't back
job
Me oude is vies heb een nieuwe Glock
Deed zes jaar bajes maar ik ben er nog
Mama don't cry want ik bel je toch
Sixty hours wat ik heb verlof
Dus ik
like the leaves now has withered and gone.
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in
when you die
Side by side with the people in your life that mean the most and you laugh and you cry
Cuz everything on your heart and on your mind
You played piano and you blew all their minds
Now it's kinda sad but I don't wanna play mine without you by my side
Your radiance it stole the night
My
Don't play with me
Don't pull my leg, go'n break what the good lord gave to me
I'd end up dead, and that don't make scared
Its polite to accept gifts
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
And don't mind
With a dozen roses in his gun rack
Junior pulled up into her side lot
He carried them up to the front porch
And hollered, "Wanda, look at what I
Killa strictly
Outta come and get me
From a rose
To a three fifty-seven
Three sixty
Psycho bitch
[HOOK 1]
Never ever do it
Down low
With a psycho bitch
homies
Thought I was real
Which helped my mental
N I never ever got caught
Cause cops don't care for niggas
Killin the black community's
What they share
tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn well you don't want to feel the shell
N**** I've been down by the law
Gun to my head, pressed dead
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