Lyrics:
Your mother, you fuckin' faggot
Ayo, this next song
Is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we ain't forget about you
You
shit
And where the feeling you can't
Pay for this shit
All my niggas pay for this shit
Cause we already rich and you
Know I'm the shit got fifty niggas
rock but I'm a stoner
Either pick up that tooly or get picked up by a coroner
On your block corner looking for closure, we kicking niggas out they crib
weren't acting like brothers (brothers)
Yeah, we've had our differences, but you don't turn on your brother (no)
For nothing, for no one, nada, mama,
inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real
When the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little (nigga), show
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
all of the creativity to
Only work for it's small box
And sell it back to you at a higher price
That’s what the fuck fashion is to me
I care about
why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from
asked for help
Remember those days that you needed me
Leave that in past
Now we rock designer we rocking the Ricks and ALYX
Can't put my trust into nobody
don't we
Put you down but they swear its all love
Why don't we
Back in Black ACDC my thug
Why don't we
Talk that shit and you might get fucked up
as did Egypt
And then there were the Atlantians but let's not talk about those
Because we think that those were fake
And then let's not about the Jain
So we'll get right down and get you a groove
For you to dance, you got to be hot
So we'll get right down and make you rock
Now the system's
shown for years that we are def
But here's some more for ya'll
To just come get it
Rip the wheels J ("hit it")
Beat changes to Rob Base & DJ
EZ Rock's
Mama!
Now you lads
Will you just shout Happy Christmas for us
For this tape, eh?
Happy Christmas?
Yeah go on one, two, three
Happy Christmas!
Jerome
One time for my uncle Jerome
In the basement smoking cigarettes with Tyrique
I think we did that when unc' wasn't home
47th and Lloyd, first
already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance for you and me
There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance for you and me
There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage
stop
On the turntables and ya don't stop
One and two uh and ya don't stop
Do your six step and ya don''t stop
About to rock upon the mic and ya don't
me? Billboards, platinum record that I wrote for the best
Bro I really had hits, and you? Just a dose of success
Lemme guess, those bars are nothing
A yo it's crazy bugged
It's like we're speaking another language
Our hearts anguish
For those who doesn't understand this
The streets became dull
on the bullet, make you feel special
Ha, what the fuck you boys talking about?
I know its us 'cause we the only thing to talk about
No one on the corner have
on the bullet, make you feel special
Ha, what the fuck you boys talking about?
I know its us 'cause we the only thing to talk about
No one on the corner have
to avenge those before you
we'll send somebody to avenge you
there's still a cause worth fighting for
production at home, recourses abroad
exporting fascism
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