Lyrics:
by so slowly
But I'm ready to make it out
Ready to break it out
I gotta get away
Sickness creepin up into my brain
Comin from all my surroundings
the Youngins like They Schoolednus.. We was Outside, We was around them Shooters doin this Stuff, astounded by the manuvers, the Sound of Bass Out bazookas.. It
motherfuckin' money when it's physical
Talkin' out your neck gon' get you checked by how we spinning you
No pressure what we did to you
Let me calm down in this
the pill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got horsepower, shift in third gear inside a Benz
I hold thirty round hollow tips, we tote F&Ns
Fuck is thirty bands? I've
the face of an angel
Tainted by the city, you ain't from this place it'll change you
Walkin by, I thought I was sly
Offered to try, at first I thought she
know yu know the sound
Got the ToppFlyyt fam and we alway got the loud
The herb is the word I know it sounds absurd
As the time goes boy we live
ion need no help in them streets we was all by ourselves
Bro died you ont' know what I felt anger and pain is all I dealt
Yuh iont want no fame
this strong yearning end?
And when will I hold you again
I feel the change comin'
I feel the wind blow
I feel brave and daring
I feel my blood flow
With
this strong yearning end?
And when will I hold you again
I feel the change comin'
I feel the wind blow
I feel brave and daring
I feel my blood flow
With
the torture's comin' up,
Trip through the mind, at the end you'll find it's
The punisher
Kill 'em again!
I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are ransome,
the torture's comin' up,
Trip through the mind, at the end you'll find it's
The punisher
Kill 'em again!
I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are ransome,
goinq down .
a rap niqqa big enough to hold the town.
they wanna hold you down but gettin' them figures knew
it was comin' though .
i can see
comin' through
The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
Fuck that, nigga
Ayo
to slow down
It was mainy in my younger days but I’m grown now
You can’t even handle half the liquor that I hold now
Everything is blappin cause I’m coming
the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have
completely in em
Had to run it back is it so hard to witness me that's winning
Used to be the Spanish kid from one two fifth and Am
When I was wearing cargos
Yung Lan on the track)
I'm with you, nigga, hold your heads, you heard me?
I kow what you goin' through
You know (hey, I'm with you)
You don't
[Beanie Sigel]
What
Spit what man
Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin' rapper man
Sixteen
I don't
stomach, know my day is comin
Love my people when i make it i won’t change for nothin
Name on them tvs in the morning like a English muffin ..
Tryna put it
L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch
A bitch made purpose is to service a mac
In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap
No breaks, ho break mine
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Whoa
This is what we do
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Yeah
My bitch look like Halle
My bitch look like Kylie
Your
out
Don't care about a soul, hear the sound
Voices in my head saying
One by one let me take you out
Hold the trigger to your head
Let it out
It's
hostin' different ghettos
Different sounds each night
No drive by's in caddies
Clocking marks
Up on the east side
No kids with 40's
Shootin' dices under
One, two, funk igniter plus
(Yeah)
Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Fahrenheit
(Ha, ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin' ready
To get busy
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