Lyrics:
This cannot continue
We must go our separate ways
Without you, I can do better
But first these words I have to say
It's not that I don't hear you
CLIFF:
The bush upon the rotor pump
is pushed into the floater sump
it's wearing out the grunion teeth
by bearing on the cog beneath
which means
of ten
Nobody's here
Face to face
We can talk about it
Dead conversations
To the point I draw some chalk around it
Confounded in many ways
I need a truth
Yeah, we them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper,
your senses
Let me take you by the hand
And we can go and find a brand new world
Starlight, star bright
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you
lost my job
Gotta go in there, gotta go in there
So we gathered 'round the table
Told them the news
And the look of desperation
Nearly broke me in
'cause all we do is spin in it (on God)
I own me a couple establishments, I ain't worried 'bout your business (21)
Y'all runnin' 'round here gossipin',
Made some dumb decisions where we came from
I just copped me a weapon
I'm blowing two O's by the 7, I'm James Bond
I don't tolerate with no funny shit
runnin hidin
you know damn well it's a scooter i'm ridin
oh no here we go, out come the glocks
i take off so fast i pop out my socks
you gonna fuck with
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
time that they finally get a taste of
What we face everyday (everyday)
The fear of walkin' round with the police in your way
Now you scared of a couple
folks
And we stay strapped up with them poles
Be careful you might get smoked
And gang be flipping bows
Serving and flipping up them loads
Brand new chop
They told me hold up hold up
Like we ain't s'posed to be right here
Like my folk never struggled like yours
Like we ain't all headed for the floor
one here this go out to you
This for my homie, my brother
Real shit it's all true this for my bolzi
You know me and how long I known you?
We ain't even
in my lungs
Everywhere I go
If kush had a brand, I bet them people would pay me
Burn the flower by myself with yo chick whopsey daisy
Holy mackerel
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
like a bitch stab me in my back
Mask up wit my niggas broad day we don't need no black
Pop up out the bush with the beam then unleash the Mac
Dodgin all
a built in extension
Every day chasing money, I gotta go get it
Leave his brain in the street
I'ma aim at his fitted
When I ride 'round my city
They know
my job
Gotta go in there, gotta go in there
So we gathered 'round the table
Told them the news
And the look of desperation
Nearly broke me in two
Son,
barely fifteen pounds
Rappin like fifteen hounds
Bitch, gimme the rounds
I'ma put this Chihuahua in the ground
Oscar The Grouch
Sound like you got gravel
fun while it lasts
I swear the talk was all in jest
And you circling around in a rush
Beating round the bush like a fest
I'm not the wisest but I do
Yo, Here We Go
This song ain’t gonna write itself
This posse got it going on like no one else
We landed by Jet at LAX
Got off the plane onto
on our on two feet
If we want to live wit justice and harmony
How many more rounds must I go
In order to let my people know
Times were hard, things
on our on two feet
If we want to live wit justice and harmony
How many more rounds must I go
In order to let my people know
Times were hard, things
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