Lyrics:
Let's burn the place before we motivate
Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by
This fuck with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed, nigga turn up the mics
Uh holler at somebody real
Turn out the lights bump Knux
God's Son get it
Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button god
We be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In
Y'all already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey
We do
all et boy know is to win
Talk to mic when i need to do go vent
Ask god for his forgiveness b4 i go sin
I look at the sky when my blessing come in
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
should know I’m the shit this that drip you can’t get out no manual I’m on a mission we pray to god that that boy popping out you could say that we miss
about Kanye bein' anti-Semitic
The Adidas deal that made him a billionaire got deaded (aw)
Now he only worth about four-five hundred Ms
He lost his
start flying, shell
Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine
Yeah Dro
My baby mother says I'm immature
She four years younger
What the fuck she think I'm with her for?
She told me get the hell out, I'm packing
I need
Y'all already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey
We do
Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button god
We be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)
[Hell
Who wan' test the real scandalous
I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like
be a whirlwind
They say death gotta be easy
Life's hard I asked God gimme a reason
Life's hard and we know the struggle too real
Been court many times
the game militant track race
Fuck pretty
Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place
And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi
A.I, Betha in
got down here
Man hell nah hell nah Ian on that reckless shit for real
Aye Aye Aye girl why the hell you bring me original twisted tea you know damn
This song was alleged to be
On "Melvin Flynt" but is
Not on the final release version
Possibly from a bootleg
Yo all y'all bitches can pay
For your
There ain't no comfort in this
This is cutthroat
I get distracted by it
Until I don't
I put a hundred into it now I want to know that it has been
Battling my mind I was always getting sleep-less
One a.m., wake up, forty five minute drive
Four hours sleep but I had a mother by my side
Became a placebo I
(hip-pop)
Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop)
Yes, (know what I'm sayin')
It used to be real hip
You got the top forty version of hip-hop
I still got
swingin' off the shit that I write
[Chorus: x2]
It's like one, two, three and to the four
The original C-M-W niggas is back up in the do'
And I'm
tussin
Bro can't feel shit A49 it got him bussing
Four of promethazine with a shh
I don't feel nothing
It ain't a real Phoenix party if I'm not in
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