Lyrics:
own limit thats how far I'll aim
Knock me down and you know i'm just gonna get back up again
Cuz you know i'm just tryna bring a change
I can't stop,
motherfuckin' right Pa, uh huh.
[Cappa] That's right, c'mon nigga..
[ODB]That's as far as it goes?
[Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh
getto, stay wit' the best,
From the east and the west, now what?
Now, every way I pass,
They wanna see the big booty,
Mamma tap me some ass,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
"I got ta" (Repeat 4x)
(I got ta) Pick up the mic on a soul tip
(I got ta) Run you down like a Polo skip
(I got ta) Rip MC's like a paper bag
(I
Float through East Atlanta getting dirty step like this my city
Came way from BR all by myself I just got Amber with me
I just twist a wood
headzone, melody and all
Co-sign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'all"
It's just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that I take
there on the east posted by the lot
Had to slow down but back then I had a lot of thots
But now im chasing all this cheese i get a lot of guap
Like up
The wind was on the withered heath
But in the forest stirred no leaf
There shadows lay by night and day
When one came down he lost his faith
The wind
human alien mutant
Crazy when shooting for the sake of the movement
I watched the architects creatin the blueprint
I was Influenced by every generation
I was so down in the dumps, I was so broke
Staying away from temptations, I learned to say no
Smoking a Backwood, an 8th, yeah they want smoke
All
well outta practice
Matter of fact, they're quite distracted
By my ways and antics
Makin' dem frantic
Vocabulary vast like the deep atlantic
But me nah
with movement
I'm a triple G, ain't losing
Punch man, make sure it's filmed by Kugan
and you lead me to it
And you a freak I could tell by the movement
If I die I come back a hologram
Just to see what you doing
Meet me in the middle
It's TRUE||FORM y'all
Bold aggression, yo they holdin' the coldest weapons in
Stolen elections; exercising voter suppression by
Controlling all
the jungle
Be careful not to stumble they know I got that work by the bundle
Catch me wit a quarter piece
Somethin' from the middle east
Show em'
Coast West Coast (Buh bo)
Northside Southside (Buh buh)
Big up unnu self
Everybody in da' Carribbean
South London, Africa
The Far East
Ya' done know (Yo
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
up like a riot
Far as me I love the Far East so I'm biased
We need an alliance, I'll fly to supply it
Till we so high that we sky over giants
Watch us
solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
talk, if you want proof, then you just gotta see
I know when this drop, yeah, they can't help but run it back cause they gon'
Repeat, repeat, repeat, they
We about to drop forty on your head
We about to drop forty on your head
In my pot, got a jay and it's blue
And it's dead
Want to be the champs, broke
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