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on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch
Everybody can get clapped
I'd rob my own grandma, man
If she didn't stay strapped
Shut your motherfuckin' trap
I'm deadin' all of the dialogue
I pulled
dey happen for streets
Just give me like three minutes, three minutes
Baba make I just give you small bars
Make you for feel my talent small, eh
Baba,
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
with the bubble, i caught my breath
You a lil eager
ima lil freer these days
or maybe i aint
chronos be my gauge
funnel to my place
whats that sayin
Inside of my own mind you feel
Homicide right by your side
It's do or die so bitch you better
Multiply
Your arsenal
Don't come outside
Intensify
Anxiety
green, black, and red
They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed
No doubt, yo the game went they own route
I can't explain what these lame
Two VCR's, three picture books
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
Peering out to big skies
By
a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was
God I finally made it
My beat is Uptown, no, I won't trade it
Makin big bucks and none's drug-related
My DJ's Ready Red, and he could never be imitated
mo I keep on cumming
Body's dropping like I'm laying carpets
Sole of my shoe changed colour on me
Bloody tint like they're red bottoms
Cannot afford so
that's green
Hold on, gotta link this fiend
So it's 3, straight cash, no ticks on me
And my nigga jumped out and slapped it with
A lean and he hit one man
rock pastel
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
while I launch technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die
gold
I'm ice cold but I'm red
Hot when the dice roll
Everything I write is my life told
And I blaze haze so I crush it
In the dutches & light those
Those
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
diamonds
Step to the god, no chance of surviving
Gotta multiply so my math stay precise
Got a problem wit division so I'm carryin the 9
Add 3 for the gauge
and pale
A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'
Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
My
Im crazy in love
You're more than enough
Just you
Had the time of my life
With you by my side
Oh - Love me like you do
I'll enjoy the view
Oh - I'll
the other single celled
Hopin' to god that fuckin' your single sells
I'm bringin' hell, side by side with FMA
I'm the ultimate organism
I got my horns filed
I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since
Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
equipped
Out smarted by Young Ren
Pee Body from the Doja Clik
Me and that Doja shit
Smokin' on that grip tonight (yeah)
And all my niggas ready to rip
the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece
Ivory skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak
Three misty nights waiting by
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