Lyrics:
gives two fucks
Knowing they want to buck
Cause daddy was getting beat up
By the masters bruh
Chasing bags man
You know how we ride
With the chrome man
shocked em with the basis
Cos i flow spaceley
Dedication is the space between us
6 degrees seperation
Dotted on the line
The ps and the eyes
Be some
packer
Catnapper, dapper rapper dash a pack
Cameras with a knack at catchin' backstabbers
Laugh at a troll, bars never slow
Mastered the art I’m marching
Sugar don't be shy
Scoop me up a mess
Of that chocolate swirl
Don't be stingy,
I'm a growing girl
1 offer big love
With no apology
How can i deny
at the walls, fucking itching just to get back
Into the lab, with some friends
Suboxone and a six pack
We went from marching single file
To each man on different
The way with me
Telling me I'm old now, since I lose my man
Since I lose my man, since I lose my man
Old man sorrow sitting by the fireplace
Lying all night
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
It just goes on endlessly
Xenophobic coward's hate
And a quest for selfish gain
Keep marching on with the same old pain
Ten thousand years we've
Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat
Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other shit
Tell them fuck niggaz they can miss us with that sucker
on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq
My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master's hand
Light
Fifth im my dip, you get hit with this arsenal
I get the drop, get the pack straight from Portugal
I got good dope, check the particles
Kickin' his door
survival
Just keep marching forward
No man can give me a reward
Just distractions and a sword
I'll get rest when I get sent to the morgue
Dead and gone
Free
I'm still as time seems to slow
Six, four, five on the clock
My glock's by my side
Never used and fully loaded
I rise from sleep, bounced, then left
Plug to de la soul
Wickedest man alive
Like Treach with the corn rows
Yea. I'm Moe dee & busy bee
I'm Ice-T, D.O.C & Eazy-E
I write rhymes for these hard
the bomb willing to explode with other people around
In my own perfect world I'd have a global empire
The reality is I am evil inspired
By the root of it all
Don
Marched in like the marching band we came through stomping shit
Walked in feeling like the man ima pop my shit
They don't even know what's going
Lukas
What
Lukas
What
I don't give no fucks
Got a .45 on my hip man tummy tuck
Anyone asks for the smoke you know I run it up
Got a ton of bitches
anything about it, you're in trouble with the man
Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light
Can you feel the steady decline
As technology slowly makes obsolete these minds
Just marching on forward with our phone in hand toward the end
Should
'Member creeping with the gat, masked up
Goddamn it's kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man
What it was like growing up, damn man, just,
anything about it, you're in trouble with the man
Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light
had a freaky time fuckin' with me
6 minutes, 6 minutes
6 minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
6 minutes, 6 minutes
6 minutes, Dungeon Family you're on
6
say anything about it, you're in trouble with the man
Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her
of the the Nick
Or meet Tana by Sapito's right on hundred and six, shit
You won't never know if they that loyal
You could be upfront with niggas and they'll still
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