Lyrics:
blood
I'm a young go getta’
She say I got no time for her, go text you a broke nigga
Bro 16 Baggin’ Ps making bout 4 figures
Ain’t worried bout no diss,
lightweight
We times ten to four, and we bend the rules
They act like they dont know, who the Pro Era crew is?
Who Diamond Lou is, coming for they flesh we
a seething throb
I lashed out in anger
Because I missed the times
We spent together
Side by side
I thought you were my past
Present and future
Those
Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave ya
Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave ya
I'm still lovin' you, like it was the first time
I'm still lovin' you,
thousand
Wha, you cluckerin' motherfu
Listen if you wanna make the deal, you fat motherfucker!
It's at 477 Savona Way, 4 A.M.! And don't fuck me!
Hey I
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
to hotbox with god
Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you
as possible, you know what I'm saying
I'm gonna see if I can put the same heart and soul that I had the first time
Fucking Notey
Fucking up and shit
I was like,
chill hoes leave em in all up em in da dust
And I’ve been prayin for the time she notice a stud
F a thug, I’m spittin for times she shoulda won.
Being
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get
Nigga shot him, but, shit, he got minimized
We was livin' by, ma would go inside behind the window, hide
Fee-fi-four, niggas slide
Tryna dodge bullets
a hurry, just in the nick of time
Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles
Well here's the first style, right out
Watching over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want
it's 5, still got the 4am vibe
Quite allright, kinda wanna call it a night
I look outside my window and there's already light
By the time I finish this
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
Like the thoughts in my head are expense paid
Every time that they look me in my eyes
They see anger engulfed in a dense flame
That could burn down
times with good mates
First place and L plates
Worst case and learning the hard way
Goodbye and last dates
Through tears and fears and heartbreak
You were
is just one
More arrogant attempt by humans
To control nature it's arrogant meddling
It's what got us in trouble
In the first place
Doesn't anybody
Does anybody out there know that for the first time in American history the U.S. Army was used in a war operation against the American people? Right
more.
There's always more.
The first time you talk.
Your first birthday.
The first time you go to school.
The farewell from school.
Driving for the first
connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four-letter word
Outside a rambling store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my
the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
I'm on a gangsta roll, in my two do' Regal
With four 12's in my trunk
That'll bump
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