Lyrics:
Nigga I'm from fort bang
Lame niggas gon talk real niggas gone do thangs
Fuck what it was my nigga we on new thangs
Makin moves on the block now
Eeyeee
Forever 26
Long Live Long Range
Big Kewl
Tell me if they sending shots then it DOA
Bad MFs in my DNA
Play no games unless I spend yo block I'm
Listen my guy
Dont try to be
Slick and sly
I see the dark
Demon deep in
Your eyes
I'm already peepin
The lies in your lines
You think I'm blind
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
nigga
I'm still pushin a line
Should i put down my pride?
Or just pick up dat iron ?
Is it back to tha block where im baggin up dimes ?
Bcuz there aint no
I say the grind don't stop
Trying to make it to the top
Nigga fresh off the block
Got the town on lock
What you need I got
Never close down shop
and I'm still chasing this song
With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride
I got
and I'm still chasing this song
With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride
I got
murder
Murder, murder, chalk line 'round your daughter
Three cell phones and I still don't ever call her
Murder, murder, smoking on that murder
If
the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the place to be) (yeah)
Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block?
Didn't have to break a steerin'
timeline
Between love and hate is a fine line
In these habitual line steppers can die trying
A New York calendar, my clicks and rock gine
A pocket full
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
to a sucka
Reason why my hearts cold
Devil calling on my line
I ain't picking up the phone
Devil calling on my line
I just left him on hold
I jus touched down
all my jews, you don't see how I'm ridin'
You don't see how I struggle, you don't see how I grind
You push a nigga hatin', tell em' to get in line
the cops, shit
My sister beat the jury out the box
The block on smash with cash
You get rocked
Tryna' make bands like slash
Above (?)
Flash on the dash
D-Block
True indeed
Double are
Yes, true indeed
Desert Storm
True indeed
(Sheek Lu' where you at?)
True indeed
(Ha ha, You know how we doin'
'Specially when we pull up checkin' (Check 'em)
One-fifty cash on a necklace (Ice)
Young nigga scrapin' them extras (Skrrt)
Movin' 'em blocks, no Tetris
a done one
Big gun like I'm huntin', my cousin was chopping them onions
Move that shit straight out the oven
Went on the block made a hundred
Went
the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Y'all cowards don't want war, yy'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Go head..
[Raekwon]
Give me all Gucci colors, my niggaz get real for brothers
We idolize big lines and nines
bro's telling me he got his earnings wrong
We just take him out now his trap line's gone (ring ring)
Yo Py got smoked no bong
And I'm tryna smoke man
Shurup-Haze, weil nur Umsatz hier zählt
Lunte gedreht, Lunge verklebt
Acht Joints am Brennen, bevor die Stunde vergeht
Heute S-Line, damals S-Bahn
girl
That's my little twirl girl, you know she loves the blixky
She gonna spin the block for me, she gonna get the squad for me
She gonna line the opp
niggas off the block
I guess I sit right there and listen 'cause he promised me a lot
He on the line, Mr. Lucifer
You need to change your show up,
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