Lyrics:
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
to crack out my A-game
In '95 I died and I apologise
Now I materialise feeling super-sized
Guitar crunching, lyrical scrunching
Slamming beats man, sub bass
can't
Tell mе I ain't hood enough
I was in them trenchеs sippin'
Wockhardt by the 4
Melodized my pain now they label me the goat
Yeah got it out the mud,
noooww!"
As a 10-year-old, hell yeah, I was cool
I wasn't shooting any b ball
Outside of the school
I was shooting old people with my potato gun
Throwing
to that
Too much dick ridin', where the killers at?
I'm surrounded by these hoe niggas
Like ain't no heaven for a dope dealer
Life is a fork in the road,
The bread the gang put up on JPay like a couple thousand
Plug money on rotation Ziggy paid for housing
My Pops say play by the rules and ain't no way
hope this monеy make me a better man
Like, close the door, who let the devil in?
I ain't tryna take an L again
But if I do, I'ma bounce back again
I'm
put the gun down
Nigga be a man
Don't do what you can for nothing
Cause if your gonna stand
Better stand for somethin'
Black people wanna know why they
It's like they wanna blind ya
They said you gonna be ok
Just that you'll need a dog to guide ya
No more guns, no more gangsta, no more ganja
Later I be
see how it goes
c rare nigga still live by the code
I never change bout no money or hoes
cnd never fronted on none of the bros
Paint the sky with
O-H-10 in this motherfucker what they
Thought it was man? Used to?
Fuck that we still get it in
Ohio baby! Machine gun Kells! MGK what up!
Midwest
box
Mr. Harris where the gun? lip locked
Yeah I got it locked down like a pill top
I been running to the money on the hilltop
You dont get it boy I
I'm what you're lacking
Me and my dogs ain't
New to the gun clapping
Stashing all the macs up
In a place where we be trapping
Living by the street
in Texas Like sandy
Fucked the bitch man i know She cant stand me
We aint kin niggas
Know we ain't family
Chopper DDT a nigga like Randy
Gift wrapping
competition is summed
Up in one contender
I look him in the mirror every
Time that i go out
Count money by the lab in the grow house
Put my name on the show
a greater man except Jesus
Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me
The original Likwit rough rhymer
Protected by the gat and bandana, who
(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Fish scale rap, cooked cocaine quiche
Me and Marc rhyme over propane beats
Tryin' to walk two dogs with the same leash
We
could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
to front
You can play baseball and bunt or roll up a blunt
I'm the kind of dog that was released from the pound
I'll bark in yo face hopin you love da
they got me really mad
Talking 'bout relationships they never really had
The kill me dog but it's not about the skills we have
Because the city is
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
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