Lyrics:
soldier
Flavor Coca Cola, garage the soda holder!!
And its over over!! here's a clover dojer
I'm that nigga now, everyone that knows ya told ya
Byrd
a manifesto
I'm no John Doe
It's Apache bitch now enjoy my show
Rollin thru the block bumping Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred
didn't wanna see the world cry
Put that shit on my shoulders now and I lift it up and I fly by, but I
Haven't been outside I don't know what's going
it to safety
And even though that we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me
Now tell me how I look
Would you rather
avenue or boulevard
The craft on it's own in the school of art is never enough
So far you are going hard, the road may be rough
But there's a light around
It's about that time Diggy
Polow da Don out and over
Pardon, darling
Put me on your line cause my heart is calling
Click over call wait tell
Them
a shock
This how it would really feel, when they hurt the mind
But by now, you just cannot break my fucking mastermind
While the hole is really deep, fall
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I'm tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Colors
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
it
Yall took a thing I love the most and now you playin with it
That which keeps me sane is now the thing that drives me crazy
Spent a weekend in
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
the shit
Bitches get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite
Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over
Drugs and money,
inflexible at that, and now we are consumers and, finding it difficult to understand. Natural resources and minerals will change your world. The Arabs used
spendin'
Now my wallet is bendin'
I'm over breakin my back
Over workin instead of living
Missin when everything wasn't big dealin'
Missin' when it was them
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
the crowd going everybody singin' (hey)
Me blowin' like its legal surrounded by all my people
But the best part of the club is
When ya move ya body
Jones with her hair did
Now its flying everywhere she don't care what her head did
She an heir, yea
Caught up in the air, yea
Probably why she
Balenci all on me
Fucked her good then I went ghost now she at my door stalking me
Can’t take you on no mission if you scared to tote that chop
Jones
Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona
Three days later Q called us back and it was on
Q told us to wait on putting the record
tell me that you see me now
I could tell you everything but I'd just rather shout it loud
Cause Ima make them proud
When we at the east avenue, go
I
radical, automatical, I'm knowin' we elite
Fascinated by the lifestyle, you know it bring greed
Fascinated by your feistiness, okay
Fascinated over your
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