Lyrics:
Y to th P me have di vision
Individually no poly tricks
Gimme di gimme di gimme di
Gimme di light!
Dis ah no Sean Paul but
Bust another bottle a Mo'
You F*** got in your feelings.
Too many killers., the bodies aint adding up.
Get lit and get cooled off, your crew soft.
Don't be the one to get your
Trynna get mumzy a house Aunty a house
Grind everyday like we never sleep in ain't catching no z's
But p's that's a different story
Yeah that's no
diamonds on my crown
And diamonds on my ring
The cross wont mean a thing
Cause he got up out of that grave
But til that day I wont delay to live by faith
Wanna get high raise the Fahrenheit
Don't tell me how to live my life
Drinking to my wrongs and rights
Wrong or right
Do what I want, when I like
Gimme
out
So I stay on my feet
Gimme that cheese
How you motherfuckers run this game
When you ain't got the sauce like me
What do you mean
No be only you
Commendations for my previous track (Ini.og)
Imma shank every spiritual demon dead
Leave them red
Live by the word, I can't live by bread
Like Jesus
him Born II Die, blaow
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
My gat scream fire
The bullet told me shoot
it do
Can't just buy a few
Don't buy one, buy two
One for me, one for you
Buy some for the crew
Even get it in stacks like a Minecraft item
Even sue
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
with the
P dank crew tonight
Who rocks the party till the people all die
Then drags all the bodies
Outside and keeps rocking? It's Peter! (Hey)
You're
Y'know how we swing this shit, look
[Verse One: 2Pac]
By age sixteen I sold to dopefiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely
Until they
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
from the city of gods
We all evolve from the city of gods, stuffin odd just gimme the nod (2X)
Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy
Two, three, four
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
(Hey, hey, hey)
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
And don't worry 'bout tomorrow, hey
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime.
And tell P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of mine.
'Cause I got my girl Curry, live in D.C.,
no peers involved
Never been chocked
By no peerless gold
I'm on the moon
And I never been so damn free when I leave my past
So gimme some room
Gimme
See me as i see me when i r.i.p
If I went to hell would you come for me?
Or would you pray to god to Take off all your sins and live
For a purpose
the laughter
Then balled on niggas R.I.P to Napa
My balls dragging I walk with passion
On point before I walk I pass it
Missed slave ships not moved by anchors
of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there
Yeah
CNB Juv in this bitch man
Quit playing with me
They playing and shit
I'm from that 2 up 2 down where we got that sound that make yo head pound
Everybody knows I’m live
Candela
Everybody knows I'm fire
Candela
Go ahead and slip I’ll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't make a sound
2
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even
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