Lyrics:
that
I had in the
Land to battle you and cut your hands off
Take your mans off of the scene and do the
Same thing to form all day for the green
I’m
like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - Cypress Hill
[All]Another
to do some off the wall, crazy clout chasing type shit
When back in the day you could just come straight to a lady, approach her and say
I'd like to get
said "baby, can't we just go out to dinner, please?"
I says no
She says "yes"
I says no
She says "yes"
I says no
She says "yes
Oh, here's your keys"
I
In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All
the light when it gets too dark
Keep your memories alive
(i'll keep you alive)
I'll be the angel by your side
I'll be the angel by your side
Fireteam Osiris
to my circle I switched off they lights
7 more rhymed about pushin weight
But at the end of the day they all got 8
Put your hands up (hey, hey, hey)
Put
pinky ring look like the Georgia Dome
Tryna take it on I'ma take off your dome
Everybody see Young Quavo pullin' in the Lamb
I said it before and I'ma say
dick
Black bottles, late night givin' you dope dick
Out in Philly I got Courtney off in the Bentley with me
Niggas hatin' on her (?) I hear other
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
and sipping on a beer
Uh
Uh, uh
Another shandy for me barkeep
Can you drive home
Hell no, but I'm frosty
Vehicle glossy
Hand me the car keys
Hop off my knob
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
bad when he ante up
Highway, get out the way
Black man do your great escape
Pac man wanna prosecute you
Raise your hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face
to other girls out
I question your motives
Can't tell what your 'bout
Got this bad feeling this
Thing won't work out
Should tell you fuck off and get
My keys
of people who doubted me?
Let me open the books lemme lick her page
Going off the top ?like the front page of a header
I TMNT on TNT all black like bet I
you for the fuck of it, yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
That niggas life won't last
Keep listenin' while I guide right
us off when we made inventions
It would kill em to the core if we made a living
If mirrors too far remember ya hands black
You in a mine field already
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
ate
Twist it back
Two hands we get high no kickback
Young boy head shot get your shit cracked
Hot shit, break you off like Kit-Kat
Trying to worrying
money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
off in a def OJ
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, holiday inn
You see, if your girl starts acting up
Then you take her friend
I say skip, dive, what can I
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