Lyrics:
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket but first strip his
to the ground with his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
And the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple
BIG BANDZ LYRICS
By JOURDIN PAULINE
VERSE 1 :
Can’t call it no
I’m Callin u
I’m warning u
I’m yawning u
And when I’m alone
I just need u
Whip his ass like Django
King Kong (King Kong)
Got that white girl with me
You a mouse just like you Mickey
Clubhouse is where you belong ten-four
Run
you with a mace (hit that shit)
My girl wear that lace and I wear my knee brace
But I don't but I should so I can run the race (HOO HOO)
Blastin I'm
off, we tee off, like G-olf, we (phew-phew-phew)
We be off the scope, so I
Brand new, Bunnyhop been zoomed in
Ever since I hit two tens
Of the faces
yea tryna run up on me
I keep it right on me
I don't trust nobody
Yea
Baby come relax me
Come rub on my Johnny
Yea
You don't know what this really
the time to roll the dice
I see you ain't by my side
Instant thoughts of suicide
I don't hit you up, you call back
I don't really know what it means to fall
whip
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
Below you ain't know get at me
Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe
It's a bomb type weed now
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain
an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname (grah)
I was with Johnny when I went to Johnny, I hop out the Jeep, let the heat bang (yeah)
Go back
know my name, they always give me respect
Run off with the bag, by morning I'll be right back
Run off with the bag, by morning I'll be right back
the back door, by the way
Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple x hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some
fell to the ground with his knees buckled up
Oh, it wasn’t I hit him, was Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple
bitch you better run hoe
I used to do the bagguetes but not VS 1's though
Princess cutts up and down Johnny done those
I got loud ice just like Paul
see your girl, I know she right
I run that Johnny Gill line and say, "You sho' look good tonight"
But alas, that's the past, I'm not hookin
I got me
like Johnny Depp
Walk with it they know I'm no one to fuck with
Shots like Steph this thirty got buckets
Tryin to get bands n run that shit up
I'm not
chasing his dreams life aint what it seems
I aint hiding behind the scenes in the streets like Dr King
Attitude like Malcolm X we get this shit by any means
Hey, don't trip
Hey, don't quit
Hey, don't slip
Hey, yah trick
I'm sick of just getting by
I'm sick of playing the bad guy
I'm sick of just getting
[talking]
Play-N-Skillz
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said
"If you do what I tell you to
There won't be any harm"
And Johnny said "Take my money
Take my wallet
Take my credit
that pro meth shit
[Repeat: x2]
Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators
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