Lyrics:
anywhere without my weapons.
Well I grew up on the palms, I was raised by bikers.
Got a friend in Quenton another in Rykers.
At the age of 21 Rancid Punx,
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
tweet a lot
My brother on the block, we go back to elementary
Almost caught a body, stabbing on the news affect me
Penitentiary, juveniles, house arrest,
No better time than right now
Bandana wrapped round my head
Like Weezy on Lights Out
Lot of drama still dedicated making it through the drought
She
or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, n****, let 'em go
If a mob f***in' truck right, let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better
stomach, oh
Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol
Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be f***in with you'se better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
right now
Man, fuck them motherfuckers!
Yo, Dre! Give me a funky-ass bassline!
Right here!
Here's a little somethin' about a nigga like me
Never
Well right about that time, people
A fur trapper
Who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump
Up from
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his f-in' self and be good (good)
Yeah, ask n- on my projects (yo, Y.O.)
When
I'm at the ? waking up from a nightmare
My palms sweating like faucets
Then I look at the tube, what's that right there?
Two planes crashed into
The last thing I want is what's happening here
Well I stopped for no reason but to bring some device
? feeling alright
The right to make friends
Hanging posters on my wall
I never used to rap til I got trapped in isolation juvenile hall
Right there up in my cell I felt this gift that was givin'
doe
A nigga fin' to shoot a new video
So I'm fin' to take a trip out to Cali yo
Took a flight, ten of us in a group
Hit the West coast, now I'm
Reaching from the swamp
Grabbed me by my arm
Tried to pull me in
But my arm was strong
And the fin was an
Inaccurately reconstructed fake
It was
A beautiful night
A beautiful world
And all that is mine is right
I'm blinded by the light
I try to catch my breath
I sing a song of love, and you can
A beautiful night
A beautiful world
And all that is mine is right
I'm blinded by the light
I try to catch my breath
I sing a song of love, and you can
balling gesicki on fins
Going on ten
No need to pretend
I slide in a drop
Like this is the end
Got me on buss out the meter
Pour me up by the litter
Smoke
all the hate you love
And everything you're bargained for
Irresistible to some
Annoying to others
Driven by the winds
Caught inside the fins
Relying
I need that money for that zip now
Other day, two muthufuckas went ‘n’ knocked our shit down
I said, word? He said yea, had that gun right by my head
standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his
information
'Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back
'Cause when it come down to the come down
I'ma pull the motherfuckin' plug on him
Walk up to his
Grace
By the grace of God
I say do you really love me
She said yes of course
He's big and warm
When mi kiss ya
Standing right over there
Still I miss ya
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