Lyrics:
tap and
It spit out six rounds
Add a silencer to that bitch
So when it shoot it don't make no sound
So don't get put in the clouds
By some shit that
to have ten cats by the Curly Wurly
Now it's top shottas back in full effect
I grew up on the block, money, power and respect
I'm a product of the YOI's,
up the graffiti and incinerate
every page of social commentary by rappers you litigate
now I got you listening to my hip-notic hop device
words
finna scoop a baby G and real nigga
This game a nigga got a put yo hoes on my track have
hoes sellin top and bottom
That mouf and that cat bitch
up the graffiti and incinerate
Every page of social commentary by rappers you litigate
Now I got you listening to my hip-notic hop device
Words
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary, it sits by the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary, it sits by the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats in
stool
Feds on my back, not again
Straight go, ain't no countin' to ten
Weren't lookin' for no yak, tryna find her a friend
I was lookin' for them cats
Heaven said no
When you pointed your gun
Your face could make the joker wake up
[?] Combine the crates and tear them by the neck
They can't move
Fucking everything is a mess
Fucking jack parow bro
Fucking dans on the bar
Fucking dance by yourself
Fucking dance in a group
Dance with a six-pack
The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]
I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go
want a piece, some want the pie
Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot
I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black
If you real, won't you go
to resurrect hip-hop, but faith is gone
So I'll take it over by force like Ghengis Khan
If you say it ain't raw, you better pray to Allah
'cause I got an arrow
myself you kept me alive
What a pair, me and you, we was a match
Different tastes, but you know opposites attract
By my side, hold my head, and kept me
Inside this weary head
Behind this painted lie
I'm pinned by vertigo
I speak, yet nothing's said
Heart and material
Dividing me in two
And I blink my
they holding me down
But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now
You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up
Your face and detach your jaw,
a life, an eye for a brain
While cats in the mortuary seem untamed
Kinda scary, Sleepin' by them graveyard bones
It's just the way they just sit in
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
for life
'cause if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her only son
Who's gonna take his
get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary, it sits by the bedside table
The curtains are closed,
the glass eye squint
Fab five time out and the hide out kids
Honey comb collective and the tae-bo kick
Little Billy posted by the blinds loaded
No shit,
It's guaranteed I get the cat (Skrrt)
Closet by Christian and Virgil and Gucci
My wardrobe be looking like Saks
Turning my opps into Ronald McDonald
I'm
Ten million's what it cost them
To put back together a
Cat whose straight awesome
Mr defari he's Bionic
Over fifty million tracks with
A hundred
growing, get lost in time Roman
Cannabis competitions like Romans
Still hit the woods by sloaning
Lime green or good omen pBS reruns of Conan
Trading places
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