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artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she
got to make sure that Action is understood comepletely by all followers
I got to convert the color of you shirt from blue to white collars
I got
t'ings er' way
I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don
Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John
By any means I protect my charm
Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet,
trail
Pray to god it never fails.
We've all walked each other's shoes
So everybody sings the blues.
If you reach a dead end trail
Pray to god it
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by
calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's
your face
I grab you by the neck and rip that shit out
Don't think that I'd hit ya but I'd punch and stomp and kick ya
You wouldn't hit a lad, what
like my label
I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars
bitch is fine as hell but she don't listen
That's why I fuck the bitch and then dismiss her (dismiss her)
I want blue cheese only (blue cheese)
I ain't
had to to keep food on the plate
So we made a promise that some how some way
We gon make it up out of this ghetto one day
Maybe cause we were locals
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
blue stripes./
and capture battlefields -with power of royal strikes./
spread messages of victory above the toy-lines./
hoist flags with crowns
to ghetto for the words I use
See a man in blue
I pray I don't make the news
It's like even when I win I lose
Got me more confused
Then when I muse
Puffing fly
Getting high
I'm tired watching news
Always feeling nigga blues
Everytime I go to move
I gotta maneuver with the tool
Cuz these boys is feeling
dreams up from off the ground
And be not so easily swayed
By the troubles and the turmoils of the day
That seem to float through the air
Instead let's ask
meat loaf in the East o
Ghetto hero like Felix Mitchell
Got that dope for low
Busttin shoots at pope
Bet he leak from the throat
Just some shit that I
mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top
four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Koukou MC, introvert by definition
You reverse the curse like the key to the ignition
Twist to the east cause the fit survive
Ill decisions
Is fallin to the flames of my rap incinerators
I'm afraid I got some bad news for crews
By the twos son it's hard like booze so don't snooze
I'm
Brooklyn Zoo
Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too
[Prodical]
Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
So I made myself eatin' these
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