Lyrics:
soul
To Saturn, it doesn't matter how you roll
I'd rather you go
To the cemetery or morgue with 10 or
12 of your boys over hoes, money
Or irrelevant wars
gettin' fucked up, sippin' on me some Hen
Tryin' to mack to this bitch with this dyke ass friend
I told that dyke ho "Why don't you carry yo punk ass on"
thats 10k if this card work
F&n at the concert i was stressing i was concerned
Lessons i was younger confessions from a monster
Professional mobster no
in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a Mac ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
homie
Nine times out of ten, I'm by myself, I ain't finna act for homie
Yeah, 300 hot and fully loaded, Fuck wrong, make me Blackout on em
Fuck wrong,
the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be
riight
[Chorus] - repeat 2x
[Fat Pat]
They hatin us why they do us like dat
Because we players may take hoes and hold nothin back
You lovin deez hoes I'm
is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow
All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
The Southside got
goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, hand it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is
the Hearst leave you in the desert
(Young Chris)
Breeze through in a 7
45 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin
B. L. E., age be thirty-three, uhh
I "Get Down" boy, like Craig Mack
Stampede like a elephant, I'm heaven sent
The E-are-I-see-K, S-E-are-M-O-N
better know how to swim (swim)
And get your ass ate the fuck up by the shark with the brim
[Chorus]
Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the fuck
the mack and be the hoe
So grow cause the lynchin brothers might get hung
Better rip through em from the tip of my mouth/Mao, say/Tse-Tung/tongue
Deficit
late
You ain't gon like the way this turn out
Ten minutes later
Get the keys and I'm out the do'
Hop in a black on black
I'm thinking fast but I'm
feeling the vibe
We like to, we like to jam
We got the funk
We like to keep our demands
Living with ten toes down
We got the pump
We like to keep our gas
he's even around or alive (be happy)
Like “Look pal, you decide, you get me up in for sure” (What)
Or listen, 10 minutes I'll be bumrushin' the door
value vintage got me mack'n more
Helladope just so you know
Clouds nice inhale the smoke
super vison by far nigga
Got more wit me like Jarv nigga
Don't
Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom
Leavin snitches doom, its all on me, you bout 10 ki's
Say he seen my bankin
Ran my school, when I set my rules, didn't
the Hearst leave you in the desert
[Young Chris]
Breeze through in a 7
45 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin what
I'm so Harlem east side factos
10th street in my projects in the back though
Packing a Mack in the stairway to hell
You from New York but I'm
seen a bitch I need or an UFO
Dice game at Scooter crib I'm yelling ten to four
On the couch, mack a broad off this Christian Bros
I like classy, I like
of getting embarrassed by mommy. The elders are reminiscing on better days, friends that died while pulling aside their great grands just to make em say high.
don't kick before I let you x me out
I'll tell my brothers don't miss in the boot niggas get clapped a fastball but no pitch
Double park the double
business(Facts)
ਕਈ ਨਾਲ਼ ਕਈ Uzi'ਈਆਂ ਰੱਖਦੇ
ਵੈਰੀ ਭੇਜਣੇ ਕੱਲ੍ਹ ਸ਼ਮਸ਼ਾਨ
Yeah, yeah, coming where I'm from with twenty Mack-10s
Got my face covered by this orange
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