Lyrics:
Tonight it's going off in Newport town
[Chorus]
I got 21 ounces of blow
I got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know, cos I really
they pass by
Tortured tormented raw terrorfied
Mass of shitfire overdose
Hellchasms yawn wide
And belch soul death
A cut across my throat comes
And you're waiting you're not
Breathing holding your breath
Thinking how you gonna live when
You're surrounded by death?
We might be hiding in caves
With all
face;
will you roll on the situation, a nation will rise
no higher than this woman, a fatherless child
Let me ask you some'in: is that you asleep
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot
Dangerous slums woods lost ?hoods burnt spots we live in
Killing fields death fills
Concrete
it by the end of the song you won't get(you won't get it) real talk I spit it(i spit it) I got the kidz on lock and it's jus the beginning, let's go!
by far
Don't make me risk my freedom, a menace to the rhythm
You'll see the snares bleeding, hungry venom, Sink my teeth in
Wild Westerns in Michigan
You know you a bad thang
You wanna sit back in a fast car in the fast lane
I got my chain on and my strings tied and my bag safe
You wanna see
The musical warfare
By the extreme human machine
Writtens clean with the supreme
Glow and gangsta lean
Redeem points for niggas on the decline
Then progress in
I give it to you real raw
You try to tackle me you
Couldn't make me fall
Forget the microphone you need
The iron we squeeze
Play around and you'll
I was jobless
Popped in a listerine strip and
Passed the swab test
Pitiful, hypocritical, some say
Strip club on Saturday night
Church on Sunday
And I was rated before I was nominated for any Rated Awards
One thousand and eight is the weight of the raw
2008, we started breaking the law
I'm in
understands
See it's hectic, for niggas that quenchin
So they get wetted, with techs in their hands, hoes in they head
Ran on my land, ya kind digest raw
packed odessey
Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy
Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks
Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep
What time is it
This is one of those, a1-yola raps
Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind,
Stick in ya mind
When you up all night
You see things
people are ugly
Corrupted by money
Drowning in a bottle of bubbly
It's because of me that your
Army retreats in disgrace
Your people love you but not
Eh
Stogie T (Now they wanna talk it out)
Ay what we talking about huh
New Maggz blaring in the parked engine
Apartment block sketchy
I’m edgy shorty
Sky is the limit
Tryna put one of you niggas in it
For real, see me up there
Ay look
Round of applause even doe I ain't complete (come on)
RIP my
probably diggin' at your own yak
See man do some raw shit, man it's so mad
Rule number three, don't underestimate G's
You can get aired out by a kid
send man shop by force (send him)
Your girl knows I've got the sauce (flexin'), no ketchup (none)
Just sauce (saucy), raw sauce
Ah, yo, boom, ah
Why you acting like this motel room
Ain't good 'nuff to fuck in?
It's not like we're in love ohhh Alright
What's the difference when your daddy says
Chews the fat with his creator
Over breakfast in the sunlight
Through when he says grace,
When he says grace, he feels enveloped like a shadow
Once we have the knowledge of self as a people then we could be free
and no devil could ever enter the boundaries
I stand in the center around all
PAGE. Rubber skin so sharp it cuts, she's the rubber lover to all the sluts. Glory holes in sleazy walls, R.H.Bear
cruises mens' room stalls. She's got
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