Lyrics:
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
money
Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true
money
Yeah I said it, a nigga sporting plaits and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade cause the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true
in a ball of flames
And got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearin' in my head
Over and over again, it cost me everything
paid
I red the text, what that shit say?
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
cold and ice
Man dem taking shots
But I still win the fight
With blunted knives
Mom said my son
Take it slow or soon you'll burn
Hell is real, it's
Jrod'
Nobody doing it like me, Jrod B a certified G
Mans size foot five a fortified tree, finances peak got 45p
But it's cool I just lie about it
Mans so
Man I don't wanna lose
I just keep up with some point and just improve
If I say it tonight, it's in the loop
I don't wanna get by
I throw the rules
I stay true, I stay my lane
But they keep on saying I changed
Ok that's cool, now can we take a break
Moving with a double stamp
But they cannot take
a Club
Holla Whaaaaa
When I'm pulling up on them Dubs
yeah It's Cool to Holla At Me Go head and
Holla At Me At Me
KLC-Verse
Look Yeah.
Fuck with you
a Club
Holla Whaaaaa
When I'm pulling up on them Dubs
yeah It's Cool to Holla At Me Go head and
Holla At Me At Me
KLC-Verse
Look Yeah.
Fuck with you
a Club
Holla Whaaaaa
When I'm pulling up on them Dubs
yeah It's Cool to Holla At Me Go head and
Holla At Me At Me
KLC-Verse
Look Yeah.
Fuck with you
a Club
Holla Whaaaaa
When I'm pulling up on them Dubs
yeah It's Cool to Holla At Me Go head and
Holla At Me At Me
KLC-Verse
Look Yeah.
Fuck with you
get to work
Ring the alarm, red alert, nigga it gets worse
Bypass security networks with select words
Megahertz make nebulas reverse till your head
baby - baby
I got what you need right here - oh
Black Monte Carlo with the spokes out Watergate for Nixon
This is what I meant by walking contradiction
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
lyin'
A nigga miss the good old days
Sippin Kool-Aid, Mama let the OJs play
Nowadays, it seems like the end is near
Cause babies killin' babies like
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
nervous as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when
okkayy okkaa
They tried to change the game on a nigga but its ok
The way how a nigga be flowing they know its cool aid
Too late
Ever since i was a kid
of this shit like a better man
I got a cannon on me like Mega Man
I got a demon with me like an anime
Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate
I'm
I only eat shredded up lettuce if it's smothered with flavours
Oi, do you play cool?
Yeah, do you play cool?
Well people look at me and they know
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man
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