Lyrics:
nauki ziom
Nic jak porażka tak cię nie trzeźwi
Pamiętaj, wiedza to potężna broń
Dzięki niej możesz bariery przebić
Siegnąć powierzchni i zostawić dno
By
the daylight,
Cause all my n****s dogs yeah we all bite,
Never play nice but I get by,
Unless you be talking about hands I ain't never been shook in a long time,
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
By
down with the forty, but I don't want no forty
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers
Peep this, but not up in my stomach
I
na na na na)
I'm coming over see you down at
The station by the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That
[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Bone Snaps and crane kicks,
divine intervention I was put here to change shit.
? Draped up in the same fit,
been rockin it
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
Is you rolling
Bitch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be
Yeah!
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax
Uh Killa, baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (man
gold, dashed and climbed in this van
To steal it and seen a man holding a 9 in his hand
Shot him from the bottom up
Stole his keys, put 'em inside
her
I'll probably probably screw her and dump
Her body in the sewer
Our father, my pops stuck up
Dope spots big, black, and mean
With the fifth by
the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga
Tell ya bout the gun line
I die
Pull up on me and get hit with that fire
That Draco in my hand but the Glock on my side
And just like the sun I put him in the sky, yeah
I tried my hand at the game enough
But I ain't lucky when it comes to love
I want it all but I never want to wait
You ain't like the ones I've
the chaos
In my heart
Every little detail
Every single worry
You've worked it out
I open up my hands
I open up my heart
You can have it all
You can have it
said we are being chased by the boys in blue
Adam's with me and we know what to do
We'll meet up with Xain and Eggsy by the Baneswell Express
Then we can
we're lined up in the field by 2
I got homies being lined up in the field by 2
And every time I go to the courts, I'm being judged by my appearance as if
That's facts, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? Stop playin' with me, man
Please big brother, don't force my hand or people gonna die
Please big
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
One
single word you said
Had summer on the speakers out on the road
Little KU on the radio
Hands out the window, sun sinking low
Singing "Raise 'Em Up
the father of a girl age one
Never had the change to hold his daughters hand
New York flat in '76
Two girlfriends shoot a bad fix
Never woke up saw
alright
Hand in hand we take a caravan to the marble land
One by one we gonna stand up with pride
One that can't be denied
Stand up
Stand up
From
the middle, chew the fat and fry it up a little
And it's unfair, we got their hands in the air
And you can't even get a show
No one cares that your freestyle
Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up!
Lemme hear some noise
There's definitely not enough people on the fuckin' floor
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