Lyrics:
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
the corner store in West London
'Bout to get my dosh in cah broke boring, cash cropping
Don't talk the talk and not walk the walking
Go back to your drawing
Uh
EMP
EOTM
Rock it out to Saturn, fox hungry
Get a portion for him waiting for a pal
So I'm posted by the corner store in West London
ain't the one to play games with
Ain't shit changed dick, I'm still the
Same with the same click, prick
Cross your legs when you sit
Down in the chair my
words
when I was fed by a psych ward nurse
it made mum cry and it made me worse
Three doors down
We're not safe
You ignore the mess you made
Smashing
down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
friends with her, now I'm 3 and 0
I been countin' all day, sorry, I ain't leavin' home
She's in hurt with the gang, now it's hard to leave me 'lone
Gotta
A calm voice said pull up to that bay door
Pulled in and got asked in different ways if I could pay more
For things that they could give me
I told them nah
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowin' the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So
to through down
And a pig wants to profile, kicking in the door now
With the 44 now (Drop)
Ready or not here it comes
Feet don't fail me now
(Drop)
the family
Three days later a mother had to bury her son
Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel
Near to the highway with a friend and the gun
That
And the rest, they may live and learn!
Then we would up and pace,
For a change, about the place,
Each with arm o'er neck:
'Tis our quarter-deck,
We are seamen in
a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward
All my
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Nammen uncommon
Doubt monkey polish
My twenty-three’s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Book novelty
A tip lives prior to clippin'
I'm in
If I had some more power I'd rule the world down with an iron fist
If I had a true lover I'd probably find some way to ruin it
But If I had three
Chrous 1
Christian Dior
Look like I live in a Porsche
My whip stupid can’t open the door
That bitch left but she asking for more
Push a button
be able to live in
And my biggest problem rite now is Vodafone
One two three four
Brangene speak
Where are we
Two negative ghosts went grocery shopping
The Give Me That Thing
Stepping In The Club Them Go The Boggy Down Low
The Give DJ Money Make He Put It On Repeat Yeeyee
My Tomato London Softry The Do Me
to the door
He eaten pork before and wanted some more
He said (Little pig, little pig, let me in)
Not by the hair on my chinnie chin chin
He huffed and he
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