Lyrics:
I'm rockin' polo, Ralph Lauren I'm feelin' like Carlton
But my pocket's big as Uncle Phil
And I be smokin' on gas, I ain't poppin' no pill
I be
don't got no friends
We ride around with dirty guns
Lil' bitch, you know we scratching vins
I had to slime a nigga out
He ain't my foe, so he ain't my
From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In
The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends I'm in Vegas
your lady friends
I’mma bring my niggas and we can get it in
She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel
And leave a bitch ass nigga
With a doctor bill
Christ is
And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous
By the age ten, we were caged in
Now they raise men in the state pen
playing tug of war by yourself
Well it looks kinda silly playing tug of war by yourself
And it's hard to high 5 or scratch your back
And it's hard to play
with horns fight it
I'm the misguided angel
Touched by tradgedy
I defy gravity
Brutal cruel and dark
So beautifulfy remarkable
Angry Smirf
Man I'll kill
doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that
say
I don't fear dying
These police crimes and family
Cries are getting out of hand by the way
And I don't fear violent
Sirens ain't frighting I,
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts
Aim a lot of cool projects not photography
Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil
friends couldn't afford 'em, Four stripes, some Adidas
On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros
Yo, I stick out my tongue so
peace to the underground
The girls look so good
The girls look so good
The girls look so good
The girls look so good
G, Phil, Cliff, word em up
don't need friends
When I get up in the game they gon' be like Damn
MacDaKid
Got the world knowing who I am
Bitches on me now but they ain't really want
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
that a black out
Change of pace with some off while yeah that's what that white bout
Welcome to the real life rover
Got some friends that wanna come over
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
her rollin' when she stop and drop
Had to stop by the shop
Cop that California pot
Got that green with orange hair
That shit look like Roger Klotz
Funny
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On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let
I took too much Xans, now I'm alcoholic
Was on my way to bed, I was bout to call it
A text came from my friends, said they bout to wild out
And I
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
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