Lyrics:
real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit
chubby
One of a kind
I been the one
Nigga they all love me
It's like you make it or break it
We living by the day
Give a fuck
About tomorrow
You can't run
immigrant
Put up your hands you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
stay fly
Done servin' that so a nigga stay high
Hit the curb swervin' that
Move the stick its in drive
Found some x in a box and that shit got me live
strap went boom 3x
Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room
[ VERSE 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say
and the wisdom, understanding of the lord
Is stored, if you're lured everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
I'll die by
directions, we made it from scratch
Fear God tee on
Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
They callin' me ugly
I'ma still marry a ten though
And I'm killin'
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
thing I hear is blue sirens come in different pairs
Run it up, I'm never scared by my lone, you never there
Bro said fuck a gun we just gone hit em with
game
Why softball's practically my middle name
I'll be right over I said, feeling excited
Even though I can't throw, I can't hit
I can't run, I must
Run for your lives, oh my God
Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin' for?
This is it, run for your lives
Motherfucker quit pushin'!
Oh my God,
She might be the type to let you run all over her
But that's just not that way I do
Believe me if I let you get a sniff of the whiff
You gon' do
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
ceiling low
Can't nobody dub it so I'm five alive kicking flows
Call me top five live and die by the shit I wrote
Bitches swinging by like let me ride
say she love it
Im rocking off-white uncover
Go get the money all the bitches love it
Run through the bitches got em by the dozen
We got them glizzy's
mangled
Run to her man who lives wid her now wid her now pum pum in a
Shambles
It's Dizzee and Wizzy, we get hella busy
Every time we hop on a riddim,
when I spit them bars
Seventeen years when they locked his bars
Nino sold ram a pound of craw
Alfie.S never let me down
Bun it, pass it
Hit by a corn
on his belly you fucking serpent
My name joon by the way underdog gang yeah
Live from the 718..get it str8
Grind or u ain't getting a plate...no mistake
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
X what up? (Aight)
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
Run with me, and see if I give a fuck though
Wicked when I kick it, most expected to do dope flows
Underground, treasured by the ones who listen to it
Whoever's in the scope, is next to get hit
Your content is killin us so we "X" you out
I'm only mirrorin the content that you rap about
It ain't pretty when
[Chorus]
Drag-On, n****s act on
Messin' wit' the team - it's gon' be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
'Cause we get it right, get it
jacksy
See where the Queen lives and spends your taxes
Try an East End pub, see how a gangster relaxes
Mugged by a man who calls himself Guvnor
Is he
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