Lyrics:
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
a damn thing funny"
Two thousand and thirteen shot
Common Sense and Ynot
Uac and Darian combined
We rock while you rot, no stress
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
We about our Daddy Business
We will never mind our own
By His Grace we'll overcome
And sit with Jesus on the throne
One One One One
Eleven Eleven
Party people are you with me?
Are you with me party people? (Repeat: x 4]
To the beat y'all and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This how we do, I see you D.U
Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
and signs for those who seek
When they said, Truly Joseph and his brother Benjamin are loved more by our father than
We, but we are a strong group, really
comes against you
Just remember, we are here for you
We the sons and daughters of oppression
We the orphans of war
We salute you and support you
We know
Run up on you when I'm moody
Pull up on you like Akuji
End it faster than an uzi
Runnin' real fast
All we tote is gats
Got demons from hell uh
No
Masters of the arena
We´re gladiators
Hail to thee, hail to the emperor
We are those who are about to die
We salute to you
We´re fighting for honor,
forth by us, of course you know
Stay out our way or behold the brute force of Me Jeff and Ready Rock C,
We're a trio, oh, you didn't know?
That means
There's a fork in the road ahead
I don't which way I'm gonna turn
There's a fork in the road ahead
About this year
We salute the troops
They're all
I sit in this booth
And write rhymes
For the soul, I flow without further adieu
This aint a song about the strong
But the miraculous few
You askin me
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
it for the money like I am Joker
They tried to get me out the deck
But I bounce back like a jump roper
I'm making threes and by that I mean pointers
a spitter so precise (Uh uh)
I gave enough dope for my catalog
You can rock with that, I don't need rap at all (Mi nuh need fi rap)
Mixtapes, EPs, and some
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
Hollings: An' I think your suggestion is a good one. If you print those words, that would go a long way to satisfying everyone's objections, I
FZ: All we
to be here
All those times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
rather seduce me
Now everytime she hear my name she salute me
Bitch nigga do you cause I know Imma do me
Born from New Orleans you gon
Have to shoot me
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