Lyrics:
said, "That boy won't make it"
You hear them screams, Mama crying again
We had to kill and get as violent as them
We tryna live my young bull
She was
back on the street
When I hit that corner, feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin'
Corizo by the name
I speak the fact and the truth
My cassava is a fruit
My lyrics be like gun mess with it
It will shoot
Life is a bitch
Fuck it once
they ain't stuck
On these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
'Round here, we all take
could be right in there with him, no bull shittin'
He on his ninth year now, just waitin' to get out
Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin'
see no big bull at all
Ooh get the bull by the horns
Listen to the rumble from beneath the ground
(boom) i'm trying to get to sleep
But there's that
And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls
If niggas buyin', I throw out some numbers to 'em
Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em
You need, just call my
it, we'd go to the lake and get full
My drink then was Boone's and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool
I thought I was
I shut the creaky car door
I scuffed my shoes against pebble and cement
Strode toward the night-time bench
Stared up
The moon looked cracked
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new
Judge me by my workload
Ain't changed but my tempo
No gang still ten toes
Bible sitting on the dresser
By the .38 special
Trust no man or the devil
Love
kept my word, I'm ten years deep
The G63's a dangerous Jeep
The Great British dream was made by me
Who smacked up the game like this independently?
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What is your concept
Are you doing hip hop a favour
In the streets they attached through my raps
Still they come back saying im Nastyc`s Twin
OH
Don't forget your Red Bull, girl
We goin out
I'm in the VIP, I been falling asleep
This club is moving, my eyes are drooping, I need some wings
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
meet - you can feel the heat
But you're cold inside
And rats as big as cats - and cats as big big as bears and bulls - stepping on feet - on wall street
down the street
We just want to thank the
Lord for the holy punch laid back
I got God on my mind
Because I’m crossin the line
I’m crossin the line like
York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper 'cause I smacked that girl
She's
I got what you want got what you need
Hit me up I’ll meet you right around the street
I got that fire, got that work, I got that heat
And my supplier
I guess my whole team is marvelous
Street life marvelous, street life novelist
They see me lampin' up in 8 50's
With 3 60’s, blowing like 1 60,
service all night
But no service on my phone
Driving by the Eiffel Tower with
A bitch named Mona Lisa
Go duffle full of swisher sweets
Shoppin' up in
'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
[Chorus]
You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy
I was
They sent my brothers up the road
Can't wait till they get home
In the street's i had to lead to
Every night I made it home
Couldn't leave my mom
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