Lyrics:
the facts make the right decision
A country run by the people was americas vision
A democratic society where we're in a position
That's why we have the right
Drought Boy wizzle Fizzle Bizzle n your area
Wen a nigga got money nd he ballin out
Wat dat Boyz worst fear fear of tha Drought
Wen tha block run
That's a hit and run, bitch, call GEICO (21)
Six karats hangin' out my motherfuckin' earlobe
Shinin' like the glove on Michael (Jackson)
Got a couple
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shotta)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free
get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get
go Five Guys
Had his stupid looking ass on Fox 5
Two-two shots in a .22, hit his ass up two times like wham, bam
Your bitch ass go chicken, we go
Yeah
Who's up next
Get in line, get in line
One by one
One at a time
Step right up
Uh
Back to the basics
Lab in the basement
Rapping away when
hit the blunt, hit his baby mother up
Have the bags by the door I’m coming to pick you up
Gotta move fast If lil man sleepin then get him up
Ima go
new friends
Pull up with the chopper like I got ten hands
Don't run up on me, you gone die by this watch
No Ben 10
Up this AK send them bullets like I'm
the crib, they ask me where I'm going
I told 'em I'm goin' on another ten year run
Niggas is banging over blocks that they don't own, thinking that's home
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
This four door ain't got no tints
So when we're ridin' you can
See four black yutes
Tell my paigon "please don't run
Cah 9 out of 10 more time I'll
that cal fresh and cal word flip
We set up shop and sling nicks out our house
If police hit, ain't shit coming out our mouths (solid)
My day one
Yeah
Man, this nigga Thelonious always give me somethin' I can breathe on
Bleed on
Shout to Johnny Smalls
Uh, this is ground zero I'm risin'
old hunchback
Better run, hide, quick, fast
He's coming for my ass with a shovel
No where to run, nore to hide but the grave bit
So I dove in, I did
of a glock
On road overseas on your block x2
Really so tired of giving a fuck
Now you've just run out of luck
Cross that line you'd get bruck
None
to get over it
Let's toss him out that track, he tried to run and still got hit
Stand ten toes by myself so these niggas can't tell me shit
I said,
the quiz
Support past 10
Pray I don't bend
Haters get fucked
By the new Steve Wynn
Loose like juice
Pouring up some gin
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
many man have been touched by me?
Done fucked up K**, Y* got beat
K* dash he try run from me
And his dad left him and his son got beat (X2)
K*'s
no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like
a party we throw
When you leave, you’ll take a part of me home
Yea, you already know that this
Is not by accident
We’re known to hit the road if there’s
has amazed me
'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
And make it big—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby
So maybe the eighties made me crazy
I've
on niggas
This is a windmill, I smell like 10 mil
Put all my chains on, I 'cause a wind chill
I hit up Renzel, went over details
Got some young niggas
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